I had a horrible day today. It really was a pretty shit day, I sort of stared into the night wondering if I could manage, if I could just get up tomorrow morning and continue on fighting.

I think of others before me, men and women who were ridiculed for their efforts and their beliefs and how much they persevered. As the tears fell from eyes,  I kept repeating these lines: “My head is bloody, but unbowed” over and over again on automatic, they were the only words that came to my mind.

As the evening draw to a close, as I think about what happened, my spirit is hurt but unbroken. We shall persevere, we shall overcome. We are unconquerable, no words can bring us down.

“I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul”

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.


One comment on “Invictus

  1. Raihana says:

    Sorry to hear about your shitty day.

    Something else that I like to repeat in my head when things go wrong: “And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”

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