There will be times when you won’t be willing. There will be times when you are shattered. There will be times, when your mouth will taste of bile and blood and torture. There will be times when you are primed for defeat.
People won’t know they are counting on you. The ones you think of won’t know your name. You will have reasons to think again. There will be no dishonour in retreat.
Your body will scream at you, your mind will not listen to you. Your past will chill you, your future will daze you. You will be alone and lonely and unseen. Your judgement and resolve will fight each other.
You will be at Death’s door at your own door and Life will mock you for your stand and dare you to step up to a fight you’ll lose.
It is then that you pull it back again, and say – ‘In that case, one more time.’