Out of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the yearsFinds, 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.
William Ernest Henley
we're getting deep here...but i enjoyed the poem. are you feeling inspired? i predict change...
did you see the post right before this? went to see Invictus. really great movie. not sure about change in the future, Inshallah (God willing) but who knows.