If you're going through hell, keep going.
After a storm comes a calm.
Begin to be now what you will be hereafter.
It's always too early to quit.
Either you run the day or the day runs you.
Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds.
Only the educated are free.
You never know what motivates you.
Leap, and the net will appear.
Go for it now. The future is promised to no one.
When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course.
Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do.