My favourite poem (it will help with trying acheiving your goals! )
I am not a huge fan of poetry (my Enigin colleagues will testify)but I can appreciate heart felt words when I read them. Too much literature is written these days for monetary gain only. Too little is published that was really written with intent to stir mind and soul.
I came across this poem a long while ago and it is still by far and away my favourite piece of poetry. It was written by a chap called William Ernest Henley. Henley became a victim of tuberculosis at the age of 12. In spite of this, in 1867 he successfully pressed on to pass the Oxford local examination as a senior student, something that he was told he would never achieve. His diseased foot had to be eventually amputated directly below the knee; his Doctors said that the only way to save his life was to amputate. Henley persevered and survived with one foot intact. He was discharged after 8 years in hospital in 1875, and was able to lead an active life for nearly 30 years, despite his disability. With an artificial foot, he lived until the age of 53. “Invictus” was written from his hospital bed during his most torrid time. It was not written for commercially orientated reason, but more from a passion for providing evidence of his never give up attitude. You may find it inspiriting. I certainly do. Try putting on your desk top as a screen saver, or printing it out and having it somewhere to hand. refere to it when time are bad and you will find an inner resolve.
We don’t have a library of motivational literature at Enigin HQ, we are all too motivated in ourselves, but maybe there is room for me to suggest that we start thinking about putting one together. Food for thought!!
Invictus
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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