🔰If by Rudyard Kipling

The poem I'm going to read today was shared with me by my colleague Pavel, so thank you Pavel. It's the poem by Richard Kipling, GIF. And it seems really apt for these times, so I wanted to read it. 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 allowances 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 them up with worn out 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 breathe 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, a 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. You know, it's just such a great poem. And then they speak so. What's required, especially in these times, resilience and determination and being humble and being kind. That's true. Those are all the things that matter, really. Realized human. Thanks again, Pavel. This was a good one. Okay. I'll be back tomorrow with more tea and poetry. In the meantime, take care.