Sunday Evening Thought

There are things that I would like to happen if only my will is granted. Time takes it toll on me sometimes and I keep on wishing that things will materialize the way I want them too. But that is not always the case. As days, weeks, months and years pass by, valuable lessons are learned every single day.

Lesson 1: Waiting.

It is a double edged sword. You either mature and grow as a person or it could be, you grow idle and dull. Waiting teaches us to be patient. It teaches us that there is a time for everything and in it's due time, things will fall in its place. They also say, good things happen to those who wait. This maybe true to some but there are also people who waited long enough and yet all those efforts went into vain. So where do you draw the line? Tough call, very.

Lesson 2: People.

Change is the only constant thing in this world and some people in our lives will have a change of heart. They are not always the way they are. Some will hurt us, some will betray us and some loves us more. Friendships just like any form of relationship has an end and you have to know when to let it go. Say enough when it is enough. What good will it to you to waste your time and energy to a dying one? Use that energy instead to nurture the existing ones. Move on because at some point, there is just one thing left for you to do when you are feeling stuck, that is, to move on.

Lesson 3: Plans / Goals.

A friend of mine, Malou, posted on Facebook once and I quote: "we should never plan out our future including others in it, unless they really want to be part of it". Isn't it frustrating to plan something and realize you are the only want who is willing to work on it? People who wants to be part of your life for good will make every possible way to make it permanent...that is if they really want to be a part of it. Planning is a systematic way of doing things. It just doesn't happen overnight. It has to be voice out, drawn, carried out and not simply assume. So don't commit the mistake that we so often love to make, assumption.

Invictus

William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903

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,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

I memorized this poem for my public speaking class back in high school. Now that I think of it, this is the only poem that I know by heart (maybe not entirely but when prompted, I still can remember it).

I have read various interpretation of this poem but what really hit home to me is the last two lines.

I sometimes feel that I'm losing and I have slowly slipped away from my old driven self. But did I really lose it? Reading it again and focusing mainly on those two striking lines, I think that I have deliberately created a reason all these recent years and made myself believe to let things take its course.

I have forgotten one important thing: I used to make things happen.