When I was young and going though hard things, I told myself to get up, and educate myself. So, I read and I got though those hard things and grew up. About 6 months ago, I decided my body was a mess. I got on a treadmill and started running 3 miles a day, then switched to swimming a mile and a half. I would get to that point where I would be down, and wanting to give up. I would visualize myself crying laying down wanting to quit. Then I would imagine myself, my soul yelling at the crying figure GET UP, GET UP, you can do this. YOU ARE ALMOST THERE, GET UP. And, my little crying self would get up and finish and feel so much better for doing it. Silly Story? Perhaps.
Isn’t this how we all feel, like giving up, blaming everyone else for this mess? Why not instead of pointing fingers we GET UP educate and go on? It’s hard, damn right, anything else would not be worth it. You can lay in the ditch and scream and point fingers but, you will have to get up eventually and educate yourself. Why not now? Sure sitting in the ditch is easy, but, it might kill you. Don’t do that!
GET UP!!!
Are You Kidding Me? 