If, Rudyard Kipling

Parador of Cardona, 9th Century

Last week I was at the anual retreat of my chapter of Entrepreneurs’ Organisation.  We spent 3 days in the Parador of Cardona reflecting on our next year from both a professional and personal perspective.

Dinner on Thursday night was a session we call “Noche Bohemia”.  Each person brings a song, poem or book that has marked a significant moment in their lives.

I shared this poem by Rudyard Kipling with the group.  I first read this poem in 1981, during a time when I was reading, dreaming, imagining Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings.


If…

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!

Rudyard Kipling

What one book, song or poem would you share?  Why is it important to you?

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