Today I lost over 15 hours of my life to a job that will never allow me through the glass ceiling of success. Today I sat in almost 100 degree heat, losing more than weight, but losing time to the ideals of a company that cares more about whether or not people drink it soda rather than whether or not its workers die. Instead of being creative or writing something that could inspire millions, I spent my time helping the rich get richer.

This past summer has been one of the hardest summers in my life, I have spent more time at my place of work than I have spent tending to the things that really matter in life, like family and such. Yea, I know, I should be thankful and all, I could not have a job, and with the way the economy is going how long will I have a job is an even better question?

However, the trials of life are not defined by the amount of success you have, but the trials of life are mostly defined by how many times you can get up from falling. How many times can you rise, when every fiber in your body is telling you to give up? How many times can you rise when every inch of your body is hurting, and it hurts just to walk? How many times can you get up when you go home and look into the eyes of the people or person you love, and not be able to hold them or take care of them because you are so tired that all you can do shower and go to bed. How many times can you rise?

Better yet how much pressure can you with stand, when creditors are calling, and you have no more money to give them? How much pressure can you with stand when your job demands of you one thing, but the God you believe in demands another? How much can you take when throughout your life nothing seems to have worked, but each day you get up believing that this day will be the day that your life changes for the best?

If the saying is true about pressure and its ability to bust pipes then many of us would not be alive today, but if there is a desire in your heart to rise up and go forward in spite of how you feel, in spite of what others may think or in spite of what even your family may think, then you are not just a pipe. You are more than just a worker bee, you are more than just a normal human being, and form now one you are no longer defined by a degree or a title. You my dear, are a DIAMOND, and when pressure burst other pipes, yours will be the only one standing because it was made out of diamonds.