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.
There comes a time in every man's life that he finds that he has been subject to circumstance, that he has sat idly by as his fate is shaped by the world around him. And every man will at some point find that he has a choice to make, to stand up for his fate and become the master of his own destiny or allow the world to continue as the captain of his soul. The weak do nothing but sit and in their mind enjoy the way the world thrashes them about as they allow the ship of their soul to remain without a pilot.
For far to long I have been subject to the rule of what fate others would inflict upon me. After watching Invictus last night I realize that only I can change my destiny. It is time for me to shake of the shackles that have bound me to this life and stretch forth to new heights. No longer will fear and doubt cloud my judgment, no more will I walk with my head bowed in shame. I will raise my bloodied head and look my tormentors in the eye, remove the club from their grip and with it I will shape a new future. I will step forward into the darkness not knowing what lies ahead but I will not fear for I AM THE MASTER OF MY FATE, I AM THE CAPTAIN OF MY SOUL.
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