Unconquered

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Hi folks

I'm having a pretty bad day today - a void day - where I am being tormented by

unbearable images and thoughts of my own child's mortality. Damn it.

I choose to act in a positive way, and share Invictus with you, below. Of

course, very, very famous poem, but most touching to me because the author had

actually suffered (and not just imagined, like me) the loss of his own daughter,

through " the bludgeonings of chance " , at the wee age of just 5.

This inspires me for the bravery, and reminds me that whilst I cannot control

what happens in life, absolutely no-one can else but me is responsible for the

manner in which I live it.

Read it one way and this is very depressing, which I am sorry for if that's the

case. Try to read it the other way, which is inspiring (to me).

Invictus is latin, for " unconquered " .

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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,

Nor how charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.