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 necessary in order to reachmy goal. failure i may still encounter at the thousandth step, yet success hidesbehind the next bend in the road. never will i know how close it lies unless iturn the corner.
always will i take another step. if that is of no avail i will takeanother, 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 bladeagainst a mighty oak. the first blow may cause not a tremor in the wood, nor thesecond, nor the third. each bolw, of itself, may be trifling, and seem of noconsequence. yet from childish swipes the oak will eventually tumble. so it willbe with my efforts of today.
i will be liken to the rain drop which washes away the mountain; the antwho devours a tiger; the star which brightens the earth; the slave who builds apyramid. i will build my castle one brick at a time for i know that smallattempts, repeated, will complete any undertaking.