Thanks to those who are following this blog and who have liked the posts. I had no idea anyone would even read it so I am happy to share this space. I’d like to post a poem that I have turned to throughout my life called “Invictus” by William Ernest Henley. I have never really had too many people in my life from which to get any words of wisdom (besides my grandparents) so I have spent a great deal looking at the words of people I will never meet on this earth in this lifetime. Over the years I have had many of my own hand-written books of sayings,, poems, quotes and other things written by others that I have felt a connection with. I do not have those books any more so I will start fresh and try to remember a good deal of them to share with you here.
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.