Will of steel

I’ve been meaning to ponder intimately on the idea of ‘will’. More specifically, will in terms of the determination to persuade and confront in action in order for one to achieve whatever it is that they are engaged with. And I’m yet to ponder in such an intimate way but by far I’ve come to realise one or two about will.

Will makes things happen. It is will that keeps one alive. It is will that gives one hope (albeit sometimes hope gives birth to will). It is will that connects one between the sweat of their brow and the taste of success. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. In contrast, no will, no win.

Best then, that if one is going to have will at all, to have one of steel. The kind of will that doesn’t break easy under enormous pressure. The will of steel that can carry you after all your hope, faith and last sweat has been ashed in a furnace of life.

With that kind of will, even a goal and a dream that seem far-away from reality will see the sunlight. Will be felt by your fingertips as you lay in the reality that was once only a ‘castle-in-the-air’ as skeptics always say.

So as you will, make sure you overdose that will. Put in a bit more than you often do. Do that extra mile. Do that extra minute. Make that extra stride. And as your will holds for the next few meters, it may be the time when the wheel turns. And your will of steel safes your day.

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