read it. i know you'll love it.

i don't completely understand everything this poem is saying. The parts i do understand however, go straight to my heart. It so resonates with me now. My mom read this poem to us over and over when i was little and it sounded like nothing but a beautiful string of syllables and strange words. My mother seemed to love it so i loved it too. Now i'm 20 and it's more than syllables and strange, large words. it's life.! it's my life. and what an intricate, beautiful, cruel and puzzling life it is.

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 imposters just the same; If you can bear 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 wornout 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 breath 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!