The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack in will.
The road is rough, laid out before you sharp stones threatening to puncture holes through your flesh if you were to fall or misstep. Every step you take is a painful one, yet you know there is something more at the end of the road. You keep treading, slow and steady, sometimes you stumble, fall and gash your flesh wide open, but you continue moving, determined to find that 'something more'.
At times you cry out that it is too painful and you cannot move a step further. Echoes of other injured souls sentiments your hurt and pain. They call for you to stop moving and stay there besides them for they have given up and laid where they fell. Don't go any further! There's nothing at the end of the road. But something gnaws at you and pushes you ahead.
The road ahead just seems to stretch out endlessly. Do you stop moving?