Sunday, January 8, 2012

My own personal form of "IF"

I'm so bored.

If only I don't set-in in a routine.... If only I have something to distract.... If only I have the discipline to concentrate on some thing.... If only I took up Yoga.... If only I have a ride to Yoga.... If only I can learn to drive.... If only I have someone to baby-sit while I learn.... If only I can afford that help.... If only I can work.... If only I'm not so bored.

Here below is another set of IF. Somehow this is exactly what I wish I were able to tell too. Somehow this is what I wanted to hear just about right now. Somehow this is exactly what I want believe. How come Kipling knew to pen all this, that which would make absolute sense to a simple bored girl, who is almost his age, but a century and some parts younger? Are things not much different now than it was then? If only we knew...

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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