I heard the poem first in an episode of The Blacklist. I went back and heard it again, and again and again….
I had to have it on my blog , for all the moments to go back and read the blog entries.
It gives me strength- the poem – it strengthens my will power to move forward, to take charge, make tough decisions and be brave enough to face the consequences. Afterall, i am the master of my fate, i am the captain of my soul!
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.
~ William Ernest Henley
“We are all born with a divine fire in us. Our efforts should be to give wings to this fire and fill the world with the glow of its goodness.”
― A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, Wings of Fire
Everything in your life is the reflection of the choices you’ve made.
Want a different result? Make a different choice……
~ from pinterest
Well, if only it was that simple.
I believe in choices. I believe in the fact that at any juncture in your life you do have a choice. However hard the options may be… you always have a choice
A few times, late in the night or very early in the morning, I get time to sit and reflect on life so far.. I stand by many choices that I made. But I have a few which – if only I could – I would go back and change. Life wouldn’t be dramatically different than it is today, but it could have helped forge stronger friendships, bruised fewer hearts, maybe made me a little wiser… but well… who knows?
Does everyone have these kinda choices in life – however small – that they wish to go back and change, or tweak a little so the consequence was different? May be not ‘life defining’ different, but in small ways that could have resulted in ‘happy-memorable’ moments in life..
For anyone who doesn’t, I am damn impressed!
In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled. ~Paul Eldridge
All she wanted was to find a place to stretch her bones.
A place to lengthen her smiles and spread her hair.
A place where her legs could walk without cutting and bruising.
A place unchained.
She was born out of ocean breath.
I remind her;
‘Stop pouring so much of yourself into the hearts that have no room for themselves.
Do not thin yourself.
You do not bring the ocean to a river.’
~ Tapiwa Mugabe
―“I live there…
Far above the song-filled clouds,
where the dewdrops touch my skin so bare
I live there.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can’t stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that’s a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!” ~ C. JoyBell C.
“The moment in between what you once were, and who you are becoming, is where the dance of life really begins” ~ Barbara Deangelis
Pighle neelam sa behta hua yeh samaan, neeli neeli si khamoshiyan, na kahin hai zameen na kahin aasmaan … sarsaraati huyi tehniyan pattiyan, keh rahi hai ki bas ek tum ho yahan … sirf main hoon meri saansein hai aur meri dhadkane, aisi gehraiyan, aisi tanhaiyan, aur main sirf main … apne hone pe mujhko yakeen aa gaya ~ Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara
*This moment flows like a molten sapphire with deep blue silence, neither there is the earth nor the sky … the rustling branches and leaves, are saying that only you are here … only me, my breathe and my heartbeat, the deepness, the loneliness, and me and only me … all makes me believe in my existence*
All they know is that you are trying to get to the city of gold, and that’s enough. Come on board, they say. We’ll Adjust! ~ Suketu Mehta