Archive | August, 2011

Too Many Books Spoil The Broth?

30 Aug

I’ve been in some sort of hyperdrive when it comes to reading lately. I suddenly realised that I was slacking in the reading list that I needed to look into for University and allocated myself ‘Reading Time’ for an hour (or so) every day. However, it seems to have had the opposite effect to the extent that I’ve become immune to the messages and meaning in the words and instead I’m focusing solely on the page count. I’m not being aided by the fact that the texts that I’m reading wouldn’t exactly be described as easy reading and I’ve struggled to try to even enjoy a couple of them (looking at you, Virginia Woolf).

I’m not quite sure when exactly reading started feeling more like a chore than a pleasure but I’m taking a dip out of essential (and a little more complex) reading to something, anything a little less challenging (and hopefully that equals more enjoyable – a correlation that I need to defeat).

IF by Rudyard Kipling

11 Aug

This poem just speaks volumes to me. By the extraordinary 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!

R.K.