There is always the constant desire to learn from my mistakes, and I guess I do. Mostly always. Things have been a lil difficult lately with all my mental turmoil but I've decided to move over these and start afresh. Greater things beg to be achieved in life and when one wants to conquer em all, he can't be stuck in the quick-sand of the past. It will only suck you in and the more you struggle, the more you're pulled in. I'm sorry... to all those who've been hurt because of me... to all those who've been hurt by me. I'm sorry... I've decided to move on...
I'm moving over... to the newer life.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
IF - my favourtie poem 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 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!
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!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Disillusioned!
I guess I'm getting a lil disillusioned with my own self... The past few months has been a roller coaster ride of sorts, with my life seeming to have become a total turmoil. I've lost myself, somewhere behind in life... I kinda fail to understand who I am becoming... I get this constant fear that my best friend might one day refuse to even know me! What have I become!? I wake to bright mornings hoping that "Ah! today on, I'm sure my life is goin to be different..." and then sulk back by evening knowing that I've failed myself once again... False hopes, promises, over-rated desires, painful foolishness, etc., were all as if gifted to me and I'd gladly accepted... There've been times when I've wished to walk away alone from all this hoping that solitude might do some good to me... but funnily, it is precisely solitude which has shaken me out of my wits... and I've come to HATE myself unendingly...
I've broken trusts... I've failed the faith in me... there is a sore feeling about the future that we're all yet to see... :-|
I've broken trusts... I've failed the faith in me... there is a sore feeling about the future that we're all yet to see... :-|
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