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.
Why is it that some of the things vital in your life before can suddenly become unimportant? Is it because they are not so vital in the first place? Or because our priorities as well as our views and needs change as we grow older? Is cynicism proportional to ageing? We tend to be less idealistic. The world becomes less rosy each day. It is not my goal to understand life. But sometimes isn’t it easier if we’ll have a clearer view of what’s happening around us? What’s happening to us? That way we can do what is right not only for ourselves but to the people around us, too.
If only life is simple. But it’s not.
The eccentricities of each and every one of us make life interesting. We learn to get along with different kinds of personality. Accept quirks and foibles, tolerate shortcomings and appreciate the inherent goodness of a person.
However, time will come when enough is enough, when you just can’t let things pass. You’ll have to put your foot down and not budge an inch. The other person may not understand you. He may think that you’re just being stubborn. But hey, there’s always a limit to what we can allow. And sometimes, it’s better to let go of things than suffer continuously, to lose someone now than be with him and hate him to oblivion.
