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 be lied about, and yet don't deal in lies. Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, and yet, don't look
k too good, or 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 imposter's just the same.
If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it all on one turn of pitch & toss, and lose...and start again at our 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 thee is nothing left within you except the WILL which says, " HOLD ON."
If you can talk with crowd and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch, if neigher 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 60 seconds worth of distance run, yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and what is more, You'll be a man, my son.
Rudyard Kipling......1905
And, for me, what counts more, is having traveled that road.
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