The Fighter - Rising Through Hell

You might have heard so many times, "It's impossible". There are people biting your ears, cutting your tongue, pulling your legs, threatening you, scaring you, distracting you from what you wanna  do. There are people barking at you, laughing at you, telling again and again that you can't do this, you can't do that. 

Till when you are gonna live with that? Live in tears, live a life with self doubt? One day you will have wake up and show them what you are capable of, what you truly are.

Well, sometimes in life you meet a bunch of tears rolling inside and around your eyes. Sometimes you want to get high but you stuck in a cage of fear. Sometimes you are almost there but you have to fall into the stream of darkness. This happens in every one of us life. But that's not the end of your story. That's not the place where you should cry and stop trying. That's the moment you have a chance to make a remarkable history, a revolutionary change and an inevitable success. Don't cry, instead sweat and bleed for what you believe, for what you really want to be. Most of the successes are preceded by many times failures. If you are already failed then you are surely stronger than what you were yesterday.
Believing in yourself when nobody does is the step of breaking the walls of self doubt.
Getting up again after you fail symbolizes that you are already a winner.
Curtaining yourself from all the disguise means you are close to the victory.

Rise up through the hell like you are born to win.
Rise up to the mountains cutting all the diffidence and dubiety.
Rise, rise and  rise till you stop breathing. 

Don't ever think up giving up because if you do so then nobody can save you. You are the only creator of your destiny. Don't ever give up.  
35 years of weightlifting and open heart surgery, dying in an operating  table three times...CT Fletcher was told by the doctor and others, "Stop doing the damn thing that's risking your life". But he didn't stop. He said,"Hell no, I am gonna do that until they throw dirt on top of me. It's my life and I choose to live it, the way I wanna live it."  

You may write me down in history 
with your bitter twisted lies,
You may trod me with the very dirt,
But still, like dust, I rise.
Just like moon and suns 
with the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes and springing high,
Still I rise.
Did you wanna see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Out of the huts of History's shame I rise.
From the past that rooted in pain I rise. I rise, I rise...
Poem: And still I rise by Maya Angelou