When do you succeed?

When you give it all. When you have nothing to lose and therefore you put all of you into the fight. When you know you don't have a choice. When you know if you let go of the rope you're tightly gripping - suspended mid-air with an endless dark abyss waiting to swallow you like it had swallowed millions, you'll fall - and keep falling, never to rise again.

You can barely hold that rope. Your arms are giving-up. You're shivering. You're tired. You want to close your eyes... you want to relax! The deep abyss - countless there in the dark. Why can't I just be one of them? They are surviving, maybe I will too?

And you are just about to give it all up.

The hell with mediocrity. I know why I started. I had made my decision the moment I started climbing up that rope. I made it because I didn’t want to live in the dark anymore — unknown, poor and pathetic. I had nothing to lose. If I fall, I might die. Better die trying. I don’t care. But I don’t give up. I don’t give up until I reach up there, until I get beyond this darkness. I want to taste the light.

The light.

A new kind of blood — full with the determination starts gushing through the veins. I feel the power in my arms. I’m pulling up with the new zeal.

I won’t stop until I reach there!