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Invictus- William Ernest Henley

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.

This poem by Invictus will always be an inspiration. It always reminds us of one thing that in the end, it’s we ourselves who are in control of our lives. You are responsible for your life, your happiness, your destiny – You have the power to lead the life you want, you have the power to create what you believe, you have the power to choose happiness for yourself…you have the power! Yes, it may sound intimidating but once you give it a thought you will realize the deep significance and truth hidden in these statements. People react the way they want to, events take place the way they are destined to but in the end it is we ourselves who have to make decisions for ourselves and create the life we want. It is we ourselves who have to create our happiness. If you don’t love or respect yourself nobody will. Love yourself.  Know that what you choose for yourself is the most important thing. Think about all these things and try to place them in your life. You will get a lot of answers. You let people trample on my feelings; you let people walk over you. You always had a choice. You always had a choice to choose your sanity and happiness no matter how hard the choice was.




Walking through the clouds, she felt numb. She didn’t feel anything—the cold, the rain, the fog. Numbness enveloped her. She tried to think, tried to come back to reality, tried to feel, but she couldn’t.  She felt her world shattering at her feet.  Flashes of the past appeared before her—the laughter, smiles, fights and tears. She could feel him holding her and then suddenly he let go. A chill ran down her spine and brought her back to reality. The reality, which was now without him. She stared at the sky and saw a faint outline of the moon. The moon had been very special to them. She told him once that it reminded her always that no matter how far they were, they were under the same sky.

She wished she could see the moon now but even it refused to fight the clouds. She didn’t have the strength to stand up; she didn’t have the strength to walk alone. She stood there frozen staring at the sky. Time stood still. Suddenly her eyes hurt. She saw rays of light finding their way through the clouds. She could see the sun rise. Her tears had dried, she was tired. Yet she felt something. She suddenly knew that it would be fine. Everything would heal. The light gave her answers. She knew she still had the strength to collect the pieces and move on.  She knew she could and she knew she would…


It’s dark again and I am afraid,

Afraid of your memories which come flooding in once the lights go off,

Afraid of our laughter I hear echoing all around me,

Afraid of your voice which calls out to me,

Afraid of feeling your arms around me,

I am afraid of the light which will snatch these remnants from me,

I am afraid of darkness, I am afraid of light…

This is a question that hits us hard sometime or the other in life. As we grow up, a very important thing we have to deal with is – Change. Change in the people around us, change in relationships, change in our environment, change in priorities and so on so forth. The only thing constant is change. It is during this time that one finds oneself in a situation wherein the question arises—till how long can I hold on….till how long I should hold on.

We all have our own answers, we all have our explanations. Some of us make choices for ourselves and some of us make choices for others. Nothing is right or wrong but often many of us rule out our own happiness in making these choices. Yes, it’s hard to let go but it’s not a symbol of weakness. It’s a symbol of strength, strength that allows you to let go something so dear to you, strength to choose your own happiness, strength to accept that you could do no more. That’s the strength I am talking about. We have the right to choose happiness for ourselves, we have the right to let go things not in our control, and we have the right to let go people when necessary. When we have the choice to let go no matter how hard it is, it’s important to choose your sanity and happiness above anything else. It’s okay to let go…

For the world her life could be defined in one word – ‘perfect’. She had it all. Everything was perfect. She was taught to do things the right way. Dressing the right way, behaving the right way, talking to the right people, getting the right grades, thinking the right way—everything she did was right. What nobody knew was that she hated to be right. She hated not to do things her way.  Tired of this burden of expectations, she slowly started to break free. She wanted to find out who she really was. She didn’t want to do what she was told to do. She had her own set of beliefs, her own dreams and her own ambitions. She wanted to explore, do things her way, and take her own decisions. She wasn’t afraid to fall. She knew she had the strength to get up and walk again.

This was her  world. Life never failed to test her strength, her courage, her determination to stand up despite all odds and still come out as a winner.  In her quest to find her answers and take decisions for herself, she did her own share of mistakes. She was trampled upon and hurt several times. Many times bitten, she was never shy. However, deep down rested a fear—a fear of getting lost, a fear of not getting answers ever, a fear of never getting what she wanted, a fear of her dreams never turning into reality. But these fears rested deep inside, the world could never see it. For the world, her  life was still perfect, she was still perfect.

For her, she thought about the same questions daily. How long will she be strong? Till how long will she be dependent only on herself for her happiness? Till how long she will be her greatest strength. How many more new chapters did she have to see? Will every time she make a new beginning? How many more beginnings were yet to come?