A poem I salute and share by William Ernest Henley.
Anyone could probably reflect their own experiences while reading this poem, and anyone would probably say, ''Yes, I am the master of my fate and I am the captain of my soul.''. Fate does not control us, we do. Things happen because of us, and not by chance. It is a matter of choice. Thus, every choice we make shapes our fate. Enjoy reading! ~ Dizzy ~
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.
by William Ernest Henley
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