When I was nine my family moved from the city of my birth to a neighboring one. Both cities were in the suburbs.
The city of my birth was largely white collar, upper middle class, with large playgrounds, beautiful green spaces, tennis courts, statues, a small lake for swimming, and lots of tree shaded streets.
|This was the entrance to the playground.
The new city had factories, the only playgrounds were attached to the schools, and were utilitarian, with very little equipment, and no trees.
I missed my old playground with its abundance of swings and tall slides, so one day I convinced the girl across the street to join me on a bike ride to my old neighborhood.
We packed a picnic and headed out. Our little legs pumped up and down hills and through traffic. We had to stop often and sit on rock walls to drink our water. (Back in those days we didn't have cool, unbreakable bottles, we had to use thermoses that still held the old milk smell in them from our school lunches. Back then primary schools didn't have cafeterias. You ate your lunch out of a cool lunch box if you were one of the lucky ones, or old scrunched up brown bags if you weren't.)
We rode for hours (most of it uphill) and never made it to the park. Donna really wanted to go home, so we headed back.
We both got into trouble that day for being gone so long, and Donna wouldn't make the trip with me again.
But I did make it there before the summer was over. I spent a lot of the summer being punished, but I made it to my park with the brook flowing through it, and the swings that brought me close to the tree tops.
I never gave up until I had reached my goal.
That is the way I have always lived my life. Some goals are easy to achieve, you can complete whatever task it is in a matter of hours. You do it today, and unless it is childbirth, you forget about the journey in a week or two.
Some goals may make you start over and over again. Your muscles might ache from the strain, your lungs burn from the pressure. People may call you foolish and try to dissuade you, but if the goal is really, really important to you, you never give up, no matter what the obstacles, no matter how long it takes.
It doesn't matter if no one else believes in you as long as you believe in yourself.
If you don't believe in yourself, you will never succeed, even if you have thousands of people who do believe in you and are cheering you on from the sidelines. If you don't believe you will never be able to get off the ground
So hang in there and believe. Then spread your wings and fly.
Fairy dust only works if you believe.
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