When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out:
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far:
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
These are just a few words in the form of a poem, hopefully to encourage someone who may be having a bad day, week or year, DON’T QUIT! Rome wasn’t built in a day, so also it takes time to achieve your goals but as the author wrote “stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit,” and in the end you will see that it was worth it.
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.
Invictus is a short poem written in 1875 by the English poet and editor William Ernest Henley (1849–1903) after he had a leg ambulated due to a long battle with Tuberculosis that affected his bones in childhood. It had been said that he wrote this poem in protest of possibly having to loose the other leg and that a missing limb was not going to hinder him from being successful in life. Mr Henley’s story is a reminder that anything is possibly and we are only limited by our minds and the goals that we set for ourselves. Do not be discouraged by failures and set backs that you experience but use them as tools and stepping stones to learn from to make you a better you.
Accepting your natural hair and beauty:
For many years people have been trying to change what God has made perfect. I don’t know what is happening all around the world apart from what I see on the television, read on the internet or hear on the radio. I can therefore only speak about what happens in my neck of the woods, here in the Caribbean and, more specifically, in Antigua and Barbuda where I live.
To me most of us here in the Caribbean are still unknowingly mentally enslaved, a consequence of the days of slavery under the UK rule. We believe that if something is from another country then it is better, or the lighter your skin the more beautiful you are, or the longer your hair the “nicer” or “better” it is, and for me that is mental slavery.
Why is it that people cannot accept and appreciate what they have or the way they are made? I am not saying that everybody should be natural or that you should not wear makeup, colour your hair, shave your leg, wax your eyebrows, pierce your ears, etc. because I do not have a problem with the way anybody chooses to wear their hair or skin and each person has their own decisions to make. Everybody has a reason for doing what they choose to do.
I am not criticizing anybody who chooses to wear their hair chemically straight, wear a weave or a wig, or just be natural, but it’s really sad when somebody tells me that my hair is beautiful BUT it could have been better if it were relaxed (permed). WHY!!! Why should another person or society determine what is beautiful or acceptable for me.
I love my hair and all the curls, I would never be jealous of someone else’s hair just because it’s straighter or longer. It also makes me sad when somebody asks me if I am mixed just because my hair has a looser curl pattern to it. I am proud to be the way I am and no I am not mixed.
So don’t judge me because of the colour of my skin or the texture of my hair. I love the way I was made, every curve on my body, every curl in my hair and I’m happy with it so why aren’t you?
My point is that we should all learn to accept the way we were made and love every aspect of ourselves. However you choose to wear your hair or carry yourself, do it with pride, without criticizing other persons because of how they choose to present themselves. Self love is an expression of freedom. Love yourselves people!