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 all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath 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!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

I am so frustrated…
I wrote some stuff so eloquently…and I thought it was saved..
I have my best thoughts in regards to the best race of this decade
The moment of happiness
And it all disappeared into cyberspace..
I will never be able to write it again the same way..
I want to tell you or even show you the picture of what I saw before
I won that race!
And this frickin computer wont cooperate because it’s so
I wish that my hard drive could work as efficiently
When she creates several blogs at once
And take care and school for a family of 6!
One asset I wish that I had…
but of course
A little herb does effect that…
But I wouldn’t be as creative with out it..
I almost feel guilty of letting for this very reason…

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