If*

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 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! 
– *Rudyard Kipling

CLICK HERE FOR THE GERMAN TRANSLATION (unofficial)
CLICK HERE FOR THE SPANISH TRANSLATIONS (unofficial)

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What struggling artist doesn’t need these words of Kipling from the moment you decide to follow your passion for the craft? I know I do. We are all works in progress, and like every project, there will be glitches in the road, speed bumps, potholes, and many detractors who will try to discourage you.

I won’t bother with a long reflection or analysis of Kipling’s masterful words, as it would be a great disservice to the piece. The elegance, I think, is allowing the words to sink in and inspire. I wish you a fruitful reflection.

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