Sometimes I think the Fates must grin as we denounce them and insist the only reason we cant win, is the Fates themselves that miss. Yet there lives on the ancient claim: we win or lose within ourselves. The shining trophies on our shelves can never win tomorrows game. You and I know deeper down, theres always a chance to win the crown. But when we fail to give our best, we simply havent met the test, of giving all and saving none until the game is really won; of showing what is meant by grit; of playing through when others quit; of playing through, not letting up. Its bearing down that wins the cup. Of dreaming theres a goal ahead; of hoping when our dreams are dead; of praying when our hopes have fled. Yet losing, not afraid to fall, if bravely we have given all. For who can ask more of a man than giving all within his span. Giving all, it seems to me, is not so far from victory. And so the fates are seldom wrong, no matter how they twist and wind. Its you and I who make our fates -- we open up or close the gates on the road ahead or the road behind.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 17:55:37 +0000
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