Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Manvice (from the past): If by Rudyard Kipling

The following is a poem by Rudyard Kipling ... if you don't know who he is, then click the link and go to wikipedia to find out.  The poem 'If' first appeared in his collection 'Rewards and Fairies' in 1909. The poem is inspirational, motivational, and a set of rules for 'grown-up' living. He ends the poem with the statement "You'll be a Man, my Son" ... which sums up the message he is presenting here.  It is one of his most popular and contains wisdom, that if implemented, can catapult everyman to the highest potential they have within them.

Enjoy the poem (I included a video at the end, for those that like to be read to), read it slowly, look beyond the words, into the meaning.  Don't filter any of it, some lines will ring more true than others, but the whole is greater than the parts.  At some point, take the opportunity to read it out loud to yourself - there is something impactful in hearing your own voice.  And another interesting thing about this poem, and almost any written word - read it again - the next time you read it, there will something new you notice, not because you "missed" it the first time, but because you are ready to hear it now.

Eyes front Gentlemen.  Live. Learn. Lead.

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!

No comments:

Post a Comment

Only blatant spam will be deleted. An open forum creates new ideas.