Why persist???

Agent Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something?
For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know?
Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No?
Could it be for love?
Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love.
You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win.
It's pointless to keep fighting.
Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?

Neo: Because I choose to.

The road not taken

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference. 20

---- Robert Frost (1874–1963).

Mountain Interval. 1920.

SUCCESS

Success has no address
NO landmark

No calling Card
But the path is steep
And some will take the elevator
But i will take the stairs

Some will get there faster
But I'll get there stronger
And adversity will be my
Traveling companion

Because When i get there.
I can turn to adversity and say,
So long...


And heave the bag of taunts
and insults I gathered
along the way, and scatter them
to the birds.

I will miss them
But feel lighter

Yes
That will be the day
When I stand at
a large bay window
And unclench my fist

For there will be no more
odds to conquer
Not even in the "MIND"

SURVIVAL

I'm not a star
There is no Halo over my head

Fate doesn't like the colour of my eyes
Struggle and strife are old friends of mine

Who am i?
I'm survival. I'm guts. I'm pride

I like odds
especially when they're
stacked against me

Because there'll come a time
When I'll stare them in the eye

And smile the smile of
the one who's pulled it off

I am the guy who will have
deep lines on his face someday

And it'll make me look good
When i laugh

Because that is the day
I'll fear no fear

And taste sweat that is sweet

And look back for the
very first time and say,

I did it my way
The long hard way!

Stubborn

When i left college they said
I was being stubborn

When i was leaving home
My DAD said I was stubborn

When I left my first job
the boss said I was too stubborn

Well.........

I hope they're right
Bercause I hate hammocks
And i don't believe in
half days
Or long weekends

NO

I will not take life as it comes
I'll scratch and claw
And fight it every step of the way

For I have met fate
She can be pretty mean
When she's not in the mood

So I'll collect all those
Words of discouragement and
make paper rockets out of them

And fly them in
a strong cross wind

Society has a name for
guys like me

"Stubborn"