Rise, my friend! Cast off the shackles of murky sleep.
There is fire in your muscles, springtime in your thoughts.
Laziness is but a phantom that melts beneath the creator’s gaze,
I walk into this day without changing my face.
Let apathy whisper, “Give in, lie down, and sleep,”
I will kindle living fires within my heart.
Every step I take is a prayer, and my sweat is an altar,
I am the master of my fate, my own sovereign!
There is fire in your muscles, springtime in your thoughts.
Laziness is but a phantom that melts beneath the creator’s gaze,
I walk into this day without changing my face.
Let apathy whisper, “Give in, lie down, and sleep,”
I will kindle living fires within my heart.
Every step I take is a prayer, and my sweat is an altar,
I am the master of my fate, my own sovereign!
Remember what Arnold said: “Self-pity is poison.” But add to this the Buddha’s compassion: do not reproach yourself for yesterday’s weakness. Simply begin moving now. God does not look at how long you lay there; He looks at how decisively you rose.