A few weeks ago, I saw the movie "Invictus" about Nelson Mandela and they recited the following poem several times. I loved it and I can't get the words out of my head; especially the last 2 lines.
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 (1849–1903)
Aren't those words super powerful? I always get goosebumps reading it.
Also, Invictus is a fantastic movie! Go, watch it!
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