I was having a weird layout issue with the Bootstrap 3 Grid this morning. After three attempts that ended in failure, on way or the other I was something. Frustrated, pissed, annoyed are words that come close to the feeling, but they are not quite right. English is a funny language and sometimes not quite descriptive enough for the more subtle emotions that wash over you from time to time. I took a break. On the Twitter I saw the Virgin twitter feed post to this. It helped :-)

The Quitter

When you’re lost in the Wild, and you’re scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you’re sore as a boil, it’s according to Hoyle To cock your revolver and … die. But the Code of a Man says: “Fight all you can,” And self-dissolution is barred. In hunger and woe, oh, it’s easy to blow … It’s the hell-served-for-breakfast that’s hard.”You’re sick of the game!” Well, now, that’s a shame. You’re young and you’re brave and you’re bright. “You’ve had a raw deal!” I know --- but don’t squeal, Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight. It’s the plugging away that will win you the day, So don’t be a piker, old pard! Just draw on your grit; it’s so easy to quit: It’s the keeping-your-chin-up that’s hard.It’s easy to cry that you’re beaten --- and die; It’s easy to crawfish and crawl; But to fight and to fight when hope’s out of sight --- Why, that’s the best game of them all! And though you come out of each gruelling bout, All broken and beaten and scarred, Just have one more try --- it’s dead easy to die, It’s the keeping-on-living that’s hard.

Keep on keeping on constant traveler. Somewhere, sometime, someone has been there before and if they can do it then so can you.