One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it.

It’s not how you start, it’s how you finish.
And it’s not about the things you’ve done, it’s what you’re doing now.
Everybody gets knocked down — how quick are you gonna get up?

this far or further, I need to know.
And your hand is held open, intentionally.. or just what I want to see?
I don’t normally beg for assistance — I rely on my own eyes to see.. but right now you make no sense to me.