The prizes of life are at the end of each journey, not near the beginning; and it is not given to me to know how many steps are neceary in order to reach my goal.Failure I may still encounter at the thousandth step, yet succe hides behind the next bend in the road.Never will I know how close it lies unle I turn the corner.
Always will I take another step.If that is of no avail I will take another, and yet another.In truth, one step at a time is not too difficult.
Henceforth, I will consider each day\'s effort as but one blow of my blade against a mighty oak.The first blow may cause not a tremor in the wood, nor the second, nor the third.Each bolw, of itself, may be trifling, and seem of no consequence.Yet from childish swipes the oak will eventually tumble.So it will be with my efforts of today.
I will be liken to the rain drop which washes away the mountain; the ant who devours a tiger; the star which brightens the earth; the slave who builds a pyramid.I will build my castle one brick at a time for I know that small attempts, repeated, will complete any undertaking.
