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If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two imposters just the same

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This is a quote from one of Rudyard Kiplings great poems, ‘IF’. I’ve put it together with a little ‘overexcited photoshop’ ;) and a smashing font called Bullpen.

Written by Rudyard Kipling in 1895. This poem is packed full of inspiration. For me it also evokes a feeling that may well have been more fitting in the late 1890s, a feeling of resoluteness and sense of determination. This particular quote for me summaries the essence of the whole poem. ‘If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two imposters just the same’ – certainly would take some personal leveling to be able to carry it off all the time. But the idea of it is so spot on, similar to some modern philosophy’s of ‘The Now’ if you can retain a complete focus on the task, then the emotions have less chance of clouding your ability to act. This particular quote from ‘IF’ is also written on the wall of the players entrance to center court in Wimbledon.

Right I’m off for to find a disaster to put my mettle to the test. Here is the full poem…

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!

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