Rudyard Kipling's "If"

I keep a booklet of poems that I carry from time to time,
verses of inspiration, words of ignitement and intelligence of the famous poets that once existed.
It makes me feel that I carry a piece of their mind with me,
an act I assume, subconciously responding to the saying
" Great minds think alike"
(although, I was reminded this year that
 " Dumb minds also think alike " OS: but of course that does not prone me to filter nor aloof from dumb or narcissismic people because this enhances your awareness, a reminder to distinguish the difference between both)




one of my favorite, among all poems, is Rudyard Kipling's " If "
I went through this poem again today, with a recently incident coming to mind...
There are noble pursuits in life, fighting for a living is only a necessity, the basic of basics of human needs.


It's the good cause that you transfer out of the outcomes of necessity, that turns into greatness,
and that takes a man's belief and conviction...
A man without belief, faith and conviction, goes without direction in "time and tide", a substance that is said to wait for no men. Hence, Money, Romantic love, Fame came be taken away anytime.
only Conviction stays unwaverly.


So of course, fighting for a conviction to turn into reality is not as easy a job as fighting for merely an earning to satisfy humanly desires. Fighting takes aquaintance of conflict, it takes blood to shed truth, but truth stays firm once light is revealed. I salute to those that are fighting right now, admist slander and accusation, I belive in Gods righteous and justice, and time will give it's answer.
Since there is only one truth in life.

If - by Rudyard Kipling


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance 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 those two imposters 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 your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose,
and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run
- Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!