Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
Paradise Lost by John Milton
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008

When Things Go Wrong

Came across a couple of passages... the first by an unknown the other by Kipling

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

~ Anon

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IF

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!

~ Rudyard Kipling

6 comments:

Sarah Von said...

Lovely, lovely. A good thing to read on a cold November night. :)

thepomegranateblog said...

That was profound Werther. Like Sarah said it was also nice to read seeing it's so cold. Everything seems all the more depressing when it's cold doesn't it! Excellent timing for me. Although I preferred the 1st by Anon ~ was more meaningful for me and also perhaps since Kiplings seemed to be aimed at a male audience. Thanks for sharing this.

Trixie said...

Feeling a bit down Werther? I hope posting these lifted you a bit x

Loving Annie said...

Good Tuesday morning to you, Young Werther.

The kipling thoughts were wonderful.

Feeling mealncholy is hard... Sometimes you wonder why life has turned out the way it does. Why others seem to have happiness so easily - or wealth - or fame - and yet it is elusive for you...

The holidays seem to do that to you if you are single or old...

It takes a lot of introspection to see how our choices have led us in a certain direction. And that lying deep within those choices/the habit patterns... is the answer that eventually frees you and brings more joy and success in...

((hugs)) and ((more hugs))

Young Werther said...

Thanks guys.

Na, not feeling down at all. Tend to use the blog like a notebook, jot/ scribble/ mark stuff that moves me. Can be a bit random at times..

But then that's just me :)

huiiting-clht said...

It is nice :)