Sunday, March 8, 2015

Invictus by William Ernest Henley 1888

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

Whatever you choose to do in your existence, you will be surrounded by people who disagree.  You may or may not have the strength physically, or mentally to resist, but there are moments, when that is all you can do, and that is your life's moment.

Never surrender.

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