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 wiseIf 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 toolsIf 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
Anonymous (via bonus)
I hope you’re the happiest you could ever be. I know, it have always been my fault in all of our fights but, it was always you who would apologize. I’m far away from your sight, never in your thoughts, my name never came out of your mouth anymore, and that’s almost okay. Moving on from someone who I would light up whenever I talk about them, is hard. Funny, but the person was you. I’d show you that I hated you as much as I could and I’m still unsure of the reason. You’ve been nothing but an amazing, beautiful, kind-hearted soul. It’s always like that. People would cherish something more when it’s gone. I know because, you cared about me. You loved me. You’d wake me up for sahur. Show up in front of my doorstep, bringing some cakoi(s) in a red plastic bag. You’d try to make me happy by memorizing my dance coreography. You’d wait the whole evening to teman me chase over an orange cat. You’d let me disturb your sleep and you’d say ‘its okay’ while heating up a bowl of nasi goreng that I’ve begged you for at 4 a.m. You’d listen to my favourite line in the movie ‘Gone Girl’ even when your laptop’s speaker was down. You’d text me whenever your mom cooked my favourite buttered prawns. And simply, you’d be with me;
And it stopped.
It was so sudden, the reason wasn’t clear. It was my fault, although I did not know what I did wrong. The questions that kept on haunting me was ‘Am I a good friend?’ ‘Have I ever made you happy?’ ‘Why wasn’t I enough?’. However, whatever it was, it mattered. And I regret it, oh boy, I did. The word ‘sorry’ wouldn’t be enough and I know that. It will never be. Nothing will ever be. Just that, I miss you more than you could ever imagine. More than anyone could ever imagine.
To my ex best-friend,
Don’t you miss me?
