“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”
― Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning
Here’s what I know for sure, I control one thing and one thing only in this world – me. How liberating it is to drop the rope of trying to control how circumstances play out or how other people behave. What? You agree with me that I don’t know how you should live your life so I should just leave you to it? I hear ya. The feeling is mutual. Anyhow, I’ll keep checking my ego and then adjusting my attitude and actions accordingly as I move through the day, because that is what I can do.
This isn’t the first time I’ve posted this poem, which I love, but it’s been a long time and I felt like posting it again. Enjoy.
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.