Thank you.

I just wanted to give a heartfelt thank you to this sub. I don't post on here often because I'm still young. I started reading stuff here in the summer of 2016. Everything made sense instantly. All my experiences with the world were finally condensed and analyzed in this one place and I couldn't be happier. My life has been on a surge of improvement and happiness ever since I've met you guys. I was always confident in myself and somewhat guilty about it but this sub kept reassuring me that I was on the right path and there was more to come. I've been through some shit during the time. Lost my dad, lost my friends, moved cities. But this has been the crutch, constantly reassuring me that my belief in myself is the best thing I can do for myself. This is getting somewhat long and I'm on lunch break so I'd like to leave you with a poem that a good friend of mine asked me to read every morning:

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 impostors 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 ’em 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,
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!

-Rudyard Kipling

Submitted July 30, 2018 at 10:04AM by isochoric https://ift.tt/2KadunX