When I was in high school I loved the movie
The Dead Poets Society. I became obsessed with the poem,
Invictus, by Sir William Henley that is featured in it. I memorized it and would write it on the inside of my notebooks and in cards and any other place I could think of. I was especially moved with the idea of being "the master of my fate."
It has been years and years since I have even thought of this poem, but for some reason in the shower the other day the words came flooding back to me. Isn't it amazing how that happens? Whether it was God or my
subconscious or merely coincidence, the recall of these words at this time in my life have been so empowering.
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| | 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.
William Ernest Henley | |
