“A man who has nothing to die for is not fit to live.”
You sat in that secret corner of your room. You felt bubbles of excitement in your pumping machine (your heart) because an idea that will change course of your life is replaying itself every three seconds between your ears. So full of life, you took a pen and a notebook, putting down your great idea in black and white. You set a target for yourself, a deadline and a date. You were so excited because of your dreams. And out you go with made plans and a determination to succeed.
After so many attempts, you seem to realize that things are not what you think they are. You realize that just like there are two sides to a coin, same with life. Simply because life has tossed challenges, which you call failures, your way, you chose to join crew that believes every set plan is nothing but some alphabets and figures written on blank pages. More to say, you accepted wrong notion that all doors leading to your success are shut, that world won’t see your dreams. And you decided to quit, abandoning your quest. You actually conceded to word “defeat.” You said to your despairing heart “ I am a failure.”
Of course you are right to have felt that way but before you tumble into a world of nightmares, before you cease to breathe life into your ideas, before you start seeing your-burnt-out-self depending on monthly pay for unemployed from Uncle Sam, lets go over a couple of ifs.
If Abraham Lincoln gave up so soon, he would not have been elected president of United States.
If Arnold Swazzenegger despaired after his first workout in gym, he would not be master of body builders. And he would not have been anywhere close to being Governor of California State.
If Tim Berners Lee, man who developed World Wide Web, ended his career so soon because of disappointments, you would not now be surfing on Internet. You would not be reading this either. Probably, electronics messaging would still remain in horizon of future.
If all great men, since dawn of time, had given up so soon, where do you think civilization would be, back in thirties or forties? Do you think you would have some weird country music, R and B and rap music on your disc man while on train or bus? No! Everything would be back to very beginning, millions of years before birth of Ishmael and Isaac. One thing I know for sure, we would all be living comfortably –or uncomfortably, a negative word I rarely say—in caves, sharing authority with Simba, Lion King. Our Mark and Spencer suits and fur coats would be replaced by some smelly animal skin dried in sun. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? If you dare life that way, you can click your mouse and this page will vanish from your screen, never to be seen again. But if you don’t, then read on.