As someone, who has gone through a tough year with the new one looking like it has more obstacles ahead, doing the blog (any writing) has been tough. Then I went looking for the meaning of Invictus (unconquerable) and found it has come from this poem. To date, my experiences have never been as dire as those of Nelson Mandela, who quoted it often. Still I understand the need we all have to be masters of our own lives. There is so much, including those we love, that we cannot control. I want to work on what maybe I can... to some degree.
by English poet William Ernest Henley
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.