Sometimes no matter how strong-willed you may be you need to pronounce your convictions out loud for them to be inscribed on your heart.
And the echoing of your voice pierces your own ears like scorching beams unintending to leave without a mark.
Yet as well, we can borrow the Maxims of others. For that purpose. And today I recite the words of William Henley in his poem, 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 bludgeoning 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.