House of Ryanne: Insignificant

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Insignificant

By the window sill
Staring at the sky
Dark sky
Is it going to rain tonight?

A speck of dust gathered in memories
A tiny marble among the colourful world
A tiny star in the universe
An insignificant patch of your life
Maybe that is what I am to you

I am a shooting star
One that came with a trail of light
And disappeared into the night
Reduced to dust
Already forgotten

I used to believe that everyone on Earth is here for a purpose. I used to believe that a small deed may change the world, even in the smallest possible way. Today, I am not sure about that anymore...
And since don't know when, I actually start to believe in the power of prayer... Maybe God gave me this rough patch of life so that I can learn to be thankful when life gets better.

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Inspiration Within

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!