I was talking about this poem with somebody and thought of sharing this with you.
Didu gave me this poem and I liked it so much that I stuck it up on the wall in front of my desk so that I can see it all the time...So whenever I would feel sleepy, i would read this and then force myself to study just that bit more. That's what helped me challenge myself and go beyond my then limitations.
Hope this helps for you, specially the last 4 lines....hard work, son, and you do it already, I am very proud of you spending so much time studying and working hard. You may not believe it but I used to work best at night, drinking tea and working late late into the night while I was in Bhopal. That's the time when it used to be quiet there and then sleep for some hours and then wake up in the morning and then hit the books again...
Hard work + intelligence, unbeatable combination. I will send you something else on this topic later on which I read recently.
from “The Ladder of Saint Augustine”
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
We have not wings, we cannot soar;
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.
The mighty pyramids of stone
That wedge-like cleave the desert airs,
When nearer seen, and better known,
Are but gigantic flights of stairs.
The distant mountains, that uprear
Their solid bastions to the skies,
Are crossed by pathways, that appear
As we to higher levels rise.
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.