Sometimes I literally fall asleep on my desk. I would wake up saying to myself “I must finish this before going to bed.”

I’m not done yet, sometimes I’m just tired. Even I say I’m done, I would find myself trying again. I don’t want to break my principles, and I know I can squeeze some more juice out of the deflated me.

Life never spoils us. We’ve got to push our limits. Do one more lift when your arms are sore. Run a hundred yards more when you are out of breath. Write down five more ideas when you already wreck your brain. When we are deflated, stretch ourselves a little. Every time we get inflated, we become bigger.