Don't quit

hey folks, 1st of all, let me state here that i don't use capital letters in my blogs... don't ask me why, coz there is no real answer that i can give you...maybe i find it unnecessary, or maybe i'm just plain lazy...whatever it is, this is how my writings are gonna look like...with lots of dots and lolz, so just get used to it...

so yeah, here goes my 1st post on this blog...thought of starting it with a breath of positive air...i'm gonna share with you guys a poem that has guided me through the years, inspired me during the darkest hours...you might have read it before, but no harm in reading it again i guess...hehe...here is a flame of hope that will lead you out of any loopholes...here is a a great poem to each and every soul out there that feels like giving up...yes, life is full of stumbling blocks...sometimes the walls might be too concrete for us to banish...but come whatever may, don't lose the flare in your eyes...coz it's your hopes that will cushion your fall...remember, the harder you fall, the higher you bounce...so let's face each slips as learning lessons, as they are just slips, not falls...this poem is dedicated to anyone out there who feels like giving up...just bear in mind that you are not alone...and no matter how bad it seems to be, there are people worse off than you...(^_^)

When things go wrong , as they sometimes will ,
When the road you’re trudging seems up hill ,
When the funds are low and the debts are high ,
And you want to smile , but you have to sigh ,
When care is pressing you down a bit ,
Rest , if you must – but don’t you quit.


Life is queer with its twists and turns ,
As every one of us sometimes learns ,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up , though the pace seems slow-
You might succeed with another blow.


Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man ,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup.
And he learned too late , when the night slipped down ,
How close he was to the golden crown.


Success is failure turned inside out-
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt-
And you never can tell how close you are ,
It may be near when it seems afar ;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit-
It’s when things seems worst that you mustn’t quit.


~building my positive bubble...hehe okayla, trying to do so~