Stickwithitness- the ability to stick with it, when the greasy spatula of life tries to scrape you into the garbage disposal. Rage against the Teflon, friends.
Some cheesy advice from a dead guy (apologies for the light sexism.):
"If," by Kipling
If you can keep your head when all around you,
Are losing theirs and blaming you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowances for their doubting, too.
If you can wait, and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet, don't look too good, nor talk too wise.
If you can dream, and not make dreams your master,
If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with triumph and disaster,
And treat these two impostors just the same.
If you can
bear to hear the truth you've spoken,
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools.
If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it all in a turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about the loss.
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
To serve you after they're long gone,
And so, hold fast, when nothing's in you,
Except the will, which says, "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and not lose your virtue,
Or walk with kings, nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count themselves with you, but none too much.
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty second's worth of long-distance run,
Yours is the earth, and everything in it,
And, moreover, you'll be a man, my son.