If by Rudyard Kipling

Hey,

It's such a nice evening tonight isn't it? I'm loving the sunsets at the moment, it's like someone's just got a huge paintbrush, dipped it in pinks and coppers and kind of swished it about the sky and it's so beautiful. I'm finally feeling quite a bit better and I don't want to jinx it, I just think it's nice to be able to say! Thank goodness I actually get on with my family, else it'd be like the reinactment of Beetle juice or something, with them trying to get me out of the house :P.
I hope that whoever reads this is well too, and of course has watched Beetlejuice else I won't make any sense at all...
Everyday I'm constantly inspired to write about people. I think, sure there's some bad eggs out there, but I love how lovely people can be. It's so interesting to see how, growing up, through learning things and getting scared of things we get a little tougher and then someone sees a kitten and their inner softie comes out. It's lovely :D and I feel proper blessed to meet such people! Anyway soppiness over:D.
I'm really posting about a poem I read today that I hadn't read in ages and so I wanted to post it. It's very famous so you've probably heard of it, but if by chance you haven't, here it is. It's quite long but definitely worth reading if you stick with it:).

(Curtesy of thepoetryassociation.org)


'If' by Rudyard Kipling

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!

I think it shows precisely how some may see life as a hard and complex thing, that's hard to fathom (which it probably is!) whilst others understand there's no such thing as perfection and that's what kipling's implicitly presenting, that you can't set all these goals for yourself just go with the Flo..? I don't know?? Don't ask me, that's just how I saw it, the author could have meant something completely different and I'm barking up the wrong tree. Plus I don't know which way is the right way to see both options anyway?? Very deep ahaha :D. But I do know that it is beautiful and, I think very true. It never fails to amaze me how someone can write so beautifully, yet still have this amazing rhyming scheme and pace- that could surpass any wizarding skills I think ;). I think I read the poem first a year ago and it's one of those that I think you can look back on and see new things. 

Have the best evening ever, and why are you reading my thoughts on poetry?! Whack on some Wham it's Christmas! ;) 

Thank you so much for reading,

Molly xxx