They make us memorize this over boot camp;
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.
At any moment, if you have the will of a great man, you can decide to change your trajectory in life. You are bound by no restraints if you choose to not be. Great men go about changing things as they see fit and leading their people to greatness. A philosophical void coupled with abject apathy towards the prospects of one’s individual humanity is self-propagating.