Subject To Change

“Everything changes, nothing remains without change.” Buddha

.But I’m Not The Only One

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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 imposters 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.”

The above is a stanza from Rudyard Kipling’s poem “If” that’s framed and hung up on my aunt’s wall. It was gifted to her father by one of his closest friends who died shortly afterwards. The whole piece is basically a reflection and a very moving one at that. I especially love that bit, because I am a dreamer and I spend more time in thought than in anything else. Also the way he refers to “Triumph” and “Disaster” as imposters, I agree with this idea completely. Life isn’t about being successful or suffering, it’s the middle path that is important. Life is about getting by. Life is about survival. Life is about making the best of what you have and not depriving others of that. It’s about having as much fun as possible while doing the least bit of harm to those around you.

As for the rest of the stanza, it’s sad when your work is taken and turned into something malicious and against your original intentions. But you have to be strong enough to correct it. You have to be bold enough to stand by your statements and make sure you aren’t misunderstood. When you build something, you have to remember that whatever is built will eventually break. And when it does you have to be the one to rebuild it, because no one else knows what your intentions were and what motivated you and how much you put into it. No one can share that passion that went into it. It is up to you.

The poem has three more stanza’s that you can read here, and it ends with this:

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!”


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December 23, 2008 at 2:49 pm

9 Responses

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  1. “when everything’s made to be broken…” the line just popped into my head where you were talking abt things being broken… 🙂

    who else but me

    December 23, 2008 at 8:23 pm

  2. i love that poem. maybe i should put it up on my wall.

    Ahamed Nizar

    December 24, 2008 at 6:46 pm

  3. Thanks for good post


    December 30, 2008 at 3:15 pm

  4. amazing amazing poem….
    i remember reading it wen i was younger..
    thanx 4 putting it up..its a great piece on how to tackle life..

    Aamina Nizar

    January 1, 2009 at 3:10 pm

  5. Good post machan


    January 8, 2009 at 10:56 am

  6. One of my favourite poems ever! 🙂


    January 9, 2009 at 2:34 pm

  7. Haha! With this post, it says “I’m not the only one…. with 6 comments”


    But anyway, WHADDAYA MEEN “horribly named”? 😛


    January 9, 2009 at 3:22 pm

  8. A Beautiful Mind happens to be one of my favourite movies. (:

    Rise of the Fallen

    January 9, 2009 at 3:31 pm

  9. Me too, hence the blatant theft of it.


    January 9, 2009 at 5:40 pm

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