Welcome to Linda G Hill’s Friday prompt for Saturday’s stream of conciousness
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “if.” Start your post with the word “If.” Enjoy!
Here is my take on it.
There are two things I remember when I see the word ‘If’ one is the lovely song….The butterfly song which you can teach your kids to accept themselves as they are, or if you are a sunday school teacher you can teach your little students
The other things that I remember when I see the word ‘If ‘ is the famous poem by the poet Rudyard kipling…..
The poem ‘If’ by the India-born British Nobel
laureate poet Rudyard Kipling is a poem of
ultimate inspiration that tells us how to deal
with different situations in life.
The poet conveys his ideas about how to win this life,
and after all, how to be a good human being.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!