Don’t try to be the best
Just better
Than you were yesterday
Slow and steady improvement
Wins over sudden bursts and lulls
Be content
But never satisfied
Keep improving
And make every day count
Everyone has their own pace
Don’t try to be the best
Just better
Than you were yesterday
Slow and steady improvement
Wins over sudden bursts and lulls
Be content
But never satisfied
Keep improving
And make every day count
Everyone has their own pace
Sometimes. When one’s truly enjoying doing something. Time stops. Hunger fades. Exhaustion dissipates. That feeling, right there, is called passion. And that is what I live for, what we should all live for.
It’s funny how sometimes, even after putting all you’ve got into doing something, you do not get the results that can qualify your effort as a success. If this gets you down, you’ve indeed failed.
If you keep going, you will eventually realize that the “failure” was very much needed in order to succeed!
Success is simply about how far you go. Even a person who stops when he thinks he has succeeded, has achieved everything he hoped for, is a failure at some level. On the flip side, even the person who gives up after the first try has succeeded to an extent.
Comparing yourself with someone else, trying to be like another is the shortest and surest route to mediocrity.
Why try evaluating yourself against an inaccurate standard? If you seek to constantly get better, try evaluating your present against your past self. While this may not be the best solution (which is not comparing at all) it at least helps you find the right measuring stick.
Why do we learn live to the utmost only when we treat each day as our last?
Do the best of us live to the fullest only because we have a limited number on days on earth?
Does this mean that if man found a way to be immortal, he would degrade into a being with no desire to live, to succeed?