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If

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 imposters 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 wornout 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 breath 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! 

By Rudyard Kipling.

Not only is the above a very powerful poem but it is one of the last gifts I ever recieved by my Mum before she passed away. I only wish I knew where it went through the several moves twists and turns within my journey through life.

I shudder when I read it, where I fail or might fail but when I turn the attention away from my self, I realize everyone has weaknesses, nobody is perfect and that everyone is unique, special in their own unique and special way. Well, maybe not everyone, as in the criminals, murderers etc but then as everyone else I wonder if they failed or if  life failed them and of course some are just plain crazy.

So who am I? Just a regular guy. I have my deep side, fun side, silly side. I can get very angry when wronged but I forgive easily also as everyone is struggling in this world, we all have our weakness's and our strengths.

"Be your self, everyone else is taken."

Love and peace to all !