Quote (Knoppie @ Jan 25 2019 02:25pm)
:rofl:
TheSnipa is alright for different reasons.
But at least the new posters out here in this topic do give me a laugh here and there... Still lots to be learned though, before jumping to conclusions.
TheSnipa, I agree with him at times and disagree with him. I think hes a good guy. OP, I haven't agreed with him yet. He makes himself sound like a jackass but this is also the internet. Kind of to be expected, although i dont understand the point in it. He could genuinely be a pretty good guy in real life though as well.
Anyways, probably getting off topic, but I think this poem captures what I think is the ideal way to live.
Which, I think few people actually try to emulate (and I too don't always emulate it). We don't really live in a society or have an upbringing that encourages it.
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!
This post was edited by GLYC123 on Jan 25 2019 01:39pm