By Rudyard Kipling
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!
2007/01/17
2007/01/14
Rules to date by
We've had to learn them the hard way -- and some of them, we're still learning.
By Nancy Hass
That dashing sport who pursues you with wild romantic gestures has probably pursued other women with those same gestures in the past -- and will probably do so in the future, perhaps even while he's using them on you.
When a man tells you he wants a woman who has "her own interests," that means he wants you not to complain when he golfs twice a week.
The little tics of his that bother you at the beginning either become instantly unimportant once you fall in love -- or bug you more each day until you want to blow your brains out.
It's not always better to start off a relationship with super sex: The hotter it is at the beginning, the more disappointing the inevitable leveling-off.
How much he makes you laugh is more important than how much he makes -- or even how much he makes you happy in bed.
Personal hygiene is very, very important.
The two questions you should ask early in a relationship are, "How young a woman would you date if you could?" and, "Would you choose a woman with breast implants over a woman with small breasts all her own?"
If a man tells you he "loves really smart women," check out how he reacts when it's you all the people at the dinner party are listening to raptly.
The most romantic words a man can say are, "I can't wait to hear what you think about this."
The most romantic words a woman can say are, "Just lie back and relax."
Sex on a beach only sounds romantic; the older you get, the more sand doesn't mix with your anatomy.
Just because a man is making passionate love to you every night doesn't mean he isn't cheating on you.
The man you thought was "too nice" to date in your 20s will look shockingly good at your college reunion.
"Bad boys" turn into bad men with drug and alcohol problems.
The eternal relationship dilemma is not "Do you love me?" but "How much togetherness is too much -- or not enough?"
Being single is preferable to being lonely in a relationship.
Other couples' relationships, which may look enviously romantic from the outside, are, behind closed doors, probably just as screwed up as yours.
By Nancy Hass
That dashing sport who pursues you with wild romantic gestures has probably pursued other women with those same gestures in the past -- and will probably do so in the future, perhaps even while he's using them on you.
When a man tells you he wants a woman who has "her own interests," that means he wants you not to complain when he golfs twice a week.
The little tics of his that bother you at the beginning either become instantly unimportant once you fall in love -- or bug you more each day until you want to blow your brains out.
It's not always better to start off a relationship with super sex: The hotter it is at the beginning, the more disappointing the inevitable leveling-off.
How much he makes you laugh is more important than how much he makes -- or even how much he makes you happy in bed.
Personal hygiene is very, very important.
The two questions you should ask early in a relationship are, "How young a woman would you date if you could?" and, "Would you choose a woman with breast implants over a woman with small breasts all her own?"
If a man tells you he "loves really smart women," check out how he reacts when it's you all the people at the dinner party are listening to raptly.
The most romantic words a man can say are, "I can't wait to hear what you think about this."
The most romantic words a woman can say are, "Just lie back and relax."
Sex on a beach only sounds romantic; the older you get, the more sand doesn't mix with your anatomy.
Just because a man is making passionate love to you every night doesn't mean he isn't cheating on you.
The man you thought was "too nice" to date in your 20s will look shockingly good at your college reunion.
"Bad boys" turn into bad men with drug and alcohol problems.
The eternal relationship dilemma is not "Do you love me?" but "How much togetherness is too much -- or not enough?"
Being single is preferable to being lonely in a relationship.
Other couples' relationships, which may look enviously romantic from the outside, are, behind closed doors, probably just as screwed up as yours.
2007/01/07
My Begotten Son
Left His heavenly glory for a lowly birth
Treaded the path of earthly sorrows
Endured persecution from His own creation
Died a slow, torturous, and humiliating death
My precious, precious child
I already gave you My Begotten Son
What good shall I withhold from you?
Abide in Me
Trust Me
Left His heavenly glory for a lowly birth
Treaded the path of earthly sorrows
Endured persecution from His own creation
Died a slow, torturous, and humiliating death
My precious, precious child
I already gave you My Begotten Son
What good shall I withhold from you?
Abide in Me
Trust Me
2007/01/05
Open Wounds
Sometimes I wonder
When you turn on nostalgic music from your youth and your mistress frowns because they are too old-fashioned for her
When you use archaic literary expression to explain your thoughts, and she does not understand
When you switch channel for the news, and she prefers watching something less intellectual
Sometimes, when you do things only Mother would appreciate
Would you miss Mother?
Ah, even if you do, your ego would keep you from apologizing
You were once my hero
I used to be that little girl hugging your pillow
Telling Mommy how I loved Daddy’s smell
Yet I never shall relive that memory
For I no longer revel in your scent
Would not even come close to your bed
So tainted
So wronged
Things are never again the same
Sometimes I wonder
When you turn on nostalgic music from your youth and your mistress frowns because they are too old-fashioned for her
When you use archaic literary expression to explain your thoughts, and she does not understand
When you switch channel for the news, and she prefers watching something less intellectual
Sometimes, when you do things only Mother would appreciate
Would you miss Mother?
Ah, even if you do, your ego would keep you from apologizing
You were once my hero
I used to be that little girl hugging your pillow
Telling Mommy how I loved Daddy’s smell
Yet I never shall relive that memory
For I no longer revel in your scent
Would not even come close to your bed
So tainted
So wronged
Things are never again the same
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