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.
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Sometimes I write a complete sentence and it is completely irrelevant to what I am writing about.
Sometimes I think to myself...Why do I put up with this crap?
Sometimes it's more important to think of yourself than to think of others...especially when they're holding you back.
Sometimes I wonder what I would be doing if I had $100MM in the bank...then I realize I'm doing it.
Sometimes I wish people would stop lying to themselves.
Sometimes I believe people who choose not to think are better off without me...and vice versa.
Sometimes I want more people to believe in themselves and not in others. You are your only answer.
Sometimes I wonder what makes politicians want to RULE people and not FREE them.
Sometimes I think I am made for something special and then I try really hard to think what that is.
Sometimes I want more out of life, but am uncertain of what else there is because I don't have it...or maybe I do and don't know it.
Sometimes I think about history and wonder what took so damn long for people to be free.
Sometimes my business is fun and sometimes it's a pain in the ass.
Sometimes I think more family more problems. Money can't solve anything.
Sometimes I wonder why people define retirement by age and not by assets. You can enjoy life when you're young too.
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