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.
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.
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.
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.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
- William Ernest Henley (1875)
I sit here watching one of my favorite movies. I am always intrigued by the motivational quality of this movie. It encourages me to remember that I am the master of my destiny. My professional life sometimes allows me to forget that I have worked very hard to get to where I am. Dealing with people of all ages and composure for an extended time period can get to be waring on the soul . Remembering my passion for teaching and learning is so important. Remembering my love/need of being a maker of stuff is monumental. Remembering my focus crucial.
No comments:
Post a Comment