House of Ryanne: Flying

Friday, February 13, 2009

Flying

Once upon a wishing star, an angel lost track of clouds and fell towards Earth. On her free fall, she cried for help and prayed for salvation. All the other angels of heaven merely peered at her and watched her fall. The fallen angel thought, "Maybe I am not worthy of salvation." She closed her eyes and swallowed her tears, preparing for the moment of impact. But came another angel. An angel she least expected. The angel stopped her from falling too fast and dried her tears. Upon reaching the ground, the fallen angel said that she was afraid that she will still get hurt because the ground was getting closer and closer. The guardian angel said, "Don't worry, I will be your cushion so that you won't hurt so much." Instantly, she knew that she was in safe hands. It doesn't matter if salvation came too late, because she knew that she was not forsaken and forgotten, even all the other angels forgot about her.

~I should have dance with you when I had the chance to... ~~

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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!