Tuesday, August 16, 2005

The Conversation Continues - "Who Do You Love?"

My fellow blogger and friend (whom I admire greatly), no4real4real, posted an entry today that deserves continued discussion. I posted a comment but didn't want to take up all of his space since I do have this blog available, too. As you read his entry for August 16th titled "Who Do You Love?", no4real4real makes some really good points about self-acceptance and how it affects relationships with people around you. Since I don't have the poetic talents of no4real4real or Rashid Darden or Tim'm West, I have to rely on poetry created by others to illustrate my points (or find personal, spiritual guidance). There are two that I offer you that seem to have something for all occasions (like those boxes of cards my Momma used to buy), and here they are:

[IF] -- 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 all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath 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!

This is the essence of self assurance wherein a balance is struck between you and the world around you. Then, you can walk into clubs and not be lonely, or worship in any church and not be disillusioned, or sit in the midst of homophobes and not feel threatened nor denigrated. I commend this poem to you. (Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll blog about it). Shem hotep!