Minor setbacks set the scene for major comebacks.
I fall down seven times and stand up eight.
I don't let the roaring storm determine my fate.
I refuse to dwell on what once was.
I only have time to focus on what is.
Regardless of the circumstances I choose to face my chances.
I embrace my struggles.
I welcome my plight.
No matter if I my choices or wrong or right.
I may buckle but I will stand and fight.
I may get battered.
I may get broken.
I may even get reduced to tears tears.
Whatever happens I will find a way to persevere.
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