Keep Going
The path is treacherous but I expected it to be… I never expect a bed of roses, for they are momentary, they wither and they are lost… The stones, the thorns are not transitory ,they are always there making you to fall every now and then, paining ,making your feet bleed…teaching you, making you stronger, tough… They keep you alert keep your head running... That’s what makes a person, that’s what makes a ‘Character’…
Ahead is a blood feast,
O God!  Turn me beast..
For the War is very near,
And my eyes can’t carry fear..

A Man who can be brutal on himself can turn his fortunes on its head…
The man who can drive himself further, when the effort gets painful is The Man who will win…

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