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The Little Engine That Could

A long train had to be pulled up a very high mountain. A big train was asked to pull the load but refused because it thought the job was too hard even though he was built for hard work. While all the large locomotives refused, one little blue engine stepped up and offered to take the load.

The larger engines scoffed at the pitiful size of the engine. The idea of something so small pulling such a big and heavy load up a high mountain seemed impossible. But the little engine thought he could do it so he pulled the load up the mountain while repeating, "I think I can, I think I can." And eventually, he did make it up that mountain.


How?
Perseverance and faith in itself. The only size that matters to succeed is that of your determination. The little locomotive never gave up - never let go of hope even when the mountain got rockier and harder to go up.

So, let's just cut to the chase.

Never give up on yourself. Don't you ever let anyone tell you that you can't. Because you can. If you believe it, you will. Because really, what do they know about what you can or can not do? The possibility of you doing something, whether it seems impossible or not, depends on sheer determination. Everyone has the capabilities of changing their lives and of their situation; if you want to change, then change.



Nothing matters as long as you are willing to have confidence in yourself and be willing to persevere through the bumps that may appear on the road you wish to take. What could it hurt? Isn't it better to try than do nothing at all? What could you lose other than your dignity? Try and fail or feel it. Regret. Who knows? You might succeed if you try.

Think you can and you will. Think you can't and you won't. Don't think at all and...well you get the idea.

I'm going to end my train of thought here. Hahaha. What a horrible pun. See? That's what you gotta do. Do what you want even if it seems weird or impossible, even if people will absolutely hate you for it. Just remember, all things are possible if you want to do it.

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