Sparks in the air...

I confess, I have setbacks like anyone. But they don't cause distress or coalesce in a mess, for I've learned to take a breath, to reflect and assess where I'm at and enact a simple plan of attack - to press forward, progress; not digress, not give up nor express my despair but address what I can, my mistakes and my faults. For I'm blessed with my faith and belief and a chest that encases a heart that does not know the meaning of "quit". Me and myself, my reflection and I, we are not of that ilk. We strive to resist and we fight to excel, so setbacks to us are a thing to be quashed, to be quelled, to be squished, to be left in our wake as we go on our way, as we sail right on by to impossible ends. This is why, as my reflection attests, there is no time to rest. The struggle is unending ... but I will give it my best.