About a month ago, I received a sudden call from Prof. Rim, a professor of industrial engineering at Ajou University. He said he gave a call to me because I came to his mind when I finished reading "Many Miles to Go" written by Brian Tracy. The book bases on the author's own life experience. In the book, He shares lessons he got from his trip to the Sahara Desert when he was twenty years old, and explains how those lessons brought about fundamental changes to his life. Prof. Rim said that he came up with me when he thought about a person who might do like Brian Tracy - travel around the Sahara Desert - among Koreans. He invited me for a lunch at Ajou. 


A week later, we could have talked lots about my and his future plans. In his age of around 55, he appeared to already have stratified his 30-year life plans by decade - 10, 20, and 30 year plans, respectively. He was also passionate in chatting about future plans regardless of whether they were realized, keeping saying that ages are just numbers. After the lunch, I was given "Harvard Style," a book written by a Korea journalist who studied at the Kennedy School of Government. He added with smile that I would go to Harvard for my doctoral studies.  


Below is a poem that appears in the first page of the book, which involves exactly the same words that I have kept talking to myself everyday this year.




Carry On!


- Rober W. Service -


It's easy to fight when everything's right,
And you're mad with the thrill and the glory;
It's easy to cheer when victory's near,
And wallow in fields that are gory.
It's a different song when everything's wrong,
When you're feeling infernally mortal;
When it's ten against one, and hope there is none,
Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:

Carry on! Carry on!
There isn't much punch in your blow.
You're glaring and staring and hitting out blind;
You're muddy and bloody, but never you mind.
Carry on! Carry on!
You haven't the ghost of a show.
It's looking like death, but while you've a breath,
Carry on, my son! Carry on!

And so in the strife of the battle of life
It's easy to fight when you're winning;
It's easy to slave, and starve and be brave,
When the dawn of success is beginning.
But the man who can meet despair and defeat
With a cheer, there's the man of God's choosing;
The man who can fight to Heaven's own height
Is the man who can fight when he's losing.

Carry on! Carry on!
Things never were looming so black.
But show that you haven't a cowardly streak,
And though you're unlucky you never are weak.
Carry on! Carry on!
Brace up for another attack.
It's looking like hell, but -- you never can tell:
Carry on, old man! Carry on!

There are some who drift out in the deserts of doubt,
And some who in brutishness wallow;
There are others, I know, who in piety go
Because of a Heaven to follow.
But to labour with zest, and to give of your best,
For the sweetness and joy of the giving;
To help folks along with a hand and a song;
Why, there's the real sunshine of living.

Carry on! Carry on!
Fight the good fight and true;
Believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer;
There's big work to do, and that's why you are here.
Carry on! Carry on!
Let the world be the better for you;
And at last when you die, let this be your cry:
CARRY ON, MY SOUL! CARRY ON!