In the event that I could state one thing to the youngsters of today, it would be this: Never surrender. Continue attempting and pushing and battling, regardless of the possibility that you don't realize what your objective is or why you would need to accomplish it.
As you walk down the road not surrendering, hold your head high and swing your elbows. Individuals will remember you as somebody who won't surrender, and they will escape your direction. Some of them will even stow away.
Some will endeavor to demoralize you. They'll say that what you're doing is "illicit," or a "wrongdoing," or an infringement of the wellbeing code. They may stick to your legs, making you drag them along, or hop onto your back, arguing, "for the sake of God, please stop what you're doing!" Give that a chance to be your motivation. Shake off the naysayers and walk on, through the mud and the rottenness and the ooze, realizing that you have a higher reason. Keep in mind, no one enjoyed van Gogh's work, and if no one loves yours it's most likely a sign that you're a virtuoso.
Look to the skyline. See that little speck? Actually no, not that one—the one that is considerably more distant. You can scarcely observe it. Presently don't stop until the point that you achieve it. Take out your cleaver and hack another way through the wilderness, regardless of the possibility that there is an old way only a couple of feet away. Fight off the monkeys of "good conduct" and the sloths of "persistence."
We are conceived with the nature not to surrender. As children, we cry and shout until the point when we get what we need. In any case, some place along the line we lose that capacity. Individuals talk us out of our insane thoughts—individuals who live in the supposed true, where things "bode well." They've never endeavored the incomprehensible. Be that as it may, you have, numerous, multiple occassions.
Continue pushing ahead—not in a way that appears to be pushy but rather in a way that says you won't stop. A few people say you shouldn't hit your head against a divider. Advise that to the woodpecker. En route, there will be bargains—influences and torment and "chasing mischances." You may need to take part in unnatural sex acts. In any case, don't surrender. With each unnatural sex act, you will be one bit nearer to your objective.
When you at long last achieve the primary phase of progress, salute yourself. In any case, recollect that there are twenty-four more phases of achievement. Continue pushing and scratching and ripping at and asking. Indeed, even in your fantasies, don't surrender. In the event that you dream that you are wearing only underpants, attempt to make them costly, official underpants.
In the end, all your assurance will pay off. Similar individuals who taunted your thoughts and handled you will now claim to love your vision. "We cherish it! We cherish it!" they'll say. They'll disclose to you that the representative is occupied with your thoughts and will package you off in an auto to the senator's house. However, when you go under the stone opening you'll see that it doesn't state "Representative's Mansion" yet "Crazy Asylum." Jump out of the auto and keep running into the forested areas. Continue running. Never surrender running.