Tuesday, March 12, 2013

If; a conditional clause

It’s odd really….trying to pen your thoughts on why sometimes you disappear. 

Why you don’t feel like sharing. 

Or how you can feel nothing…and let the days drift by in a helpless haze…

So, I won’t even try. 

I will say, I have felt a bit of a creative starvation…and feel the need to get back in the game of life. 

I guess as spring begins…I’ll try to as well. 

I’m sure you have read this poem, IF, by Rudyard Kipling before?  It is one of my favorites…and I’ve read it so many times over the past few months…I have almost memorized it. 

IF you haven’t read it yet…or, maybe you haven’t read it in awhile…

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!
—Rudyard Kipling

What wise words!  I may have completely fallen under Kiplings spell…

Many of life’s greatest virtues paid tribute, with reminders of how to rise above the fray.

Here is to all things IF.

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