The first step is always difficult. Who shall set the ball rolling? Who shall cast the first stone? These are the difficult questions. Picking up the threads is not hard, it is the weaving that is painful.
For one man’s part, it is enough that he plays it well. That he works before he sleeps. I remember in our school, on the wall outside the Vice Principal’s office was a wall-hanging which read, “God has a plan for my life. And that is all I need to know.” God indeed has a plan, to which we all must admit without complaint.
The caravan of life shall always pass
Beware that is fresh as sweet young grass
Let’s not worry about what tomorrow will amass
Fill my cup again, this night will pass, alas.