Recently, I've been asking myself, do we need to get lost to find the way? What if we're trapped in a maze that we can't get out?
It's a good thing that that back from my COTC High School days, there has been one poem of which message I never thought I live by. Thanks to William Ernest Henley, I can still think for myself and for my family.
I may be summoned to do things, but I still go by my rules. I may hear a lot of things, but at the end of the day, it's still my thoughts that count.
So today, even if I can explicitly say that I am inside a political maze, I am confident that I can see the other end and get out of it.
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.
William Ernest Henley
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