More A Story Than A Motto

This is pretty much in another longer poem I have.

There is a road I walk. It's filled with holes, ruts and cracks all designed to make me trip and fall and eventually I will.

It is there a choice needs to be made. Do I just sit there and do nothing? Cry over my failed opportunity? Do I go back where I started and decide this was a bad idea? Or, do I get up, dust myself off and keep on moving to where I need to be, where I have to be?

That's pretty much what I go by. When you think about it, the choice is simple. Failure is not an option.