Padriag -> RE: Master of himself (7/6/2006 12:35:05 PM)
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ORIGINAL: thegunslinger In my admittedly limited studies of the lifestyle, I've notice phrases similar to "Before one can be the master of someone else, they must become the master of themselves". My question is what does "being a master of himself" mean to the other masters out there? I've written a lot on this subject over the years, answered many posts on it and all my answers have dealt with self control, personal responisiblity, keeping your life in balance, cherishing your duties as though they were privileges and many other things. But I still think a poem by Rudyard Kipling answers it far better than anything I've said. Here then, is that poem. 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 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 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!
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