Sunday 29 April 2012

Thought of the Day (aka rant): How to never be a politician.


Today's rant, slightly late but had trouble typing today.  The actions of others are beyond our control, all we can control is how we react.  If someone lets you down you have two choices, get back up and take a risk or spend your life on the floor.  You are the master of your fate (William Ernest Henry, my other favorite poem) and no one can take your dignity (Well least that's what Whitney said).  


Grace - favor or goodwill. kindness, kindliness, lovebenignity; condescension. mercy; clemency; pardon: lenity, leniency, reprieve.


Hence the copy and paste job below (I like to change "You'll be a man" to "You'll never be a politician".  Not quite as sexiest then).


If - 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 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 your 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 on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe 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!

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