If you can keep your head when all around you are losing theirs, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
How do some people cultivate a mind that is uniquely theirs and not shaped in the mould of others? Why do the voices of some count while some are lost? How do some people live miserably in the present and in an imagined future on the back of a glorious past? Is it because these are creatures who haven’t learnt the art of letting go gracefully? Are these the ones that stubbornly refuse to acknowledge their job is done?