Its not that late...

IT’S not that late, I remember the life few years back running behind red buses and hanging to the bars, travelling all around the city with empty pockets. Passing by the showrooms, filled with branded accessories and gadgets, with “I wanna...” looks. Watching through the windows, planes disappearing behind clouds and thinking how amazing it would be there. Agree to party with friends only on TTMM. Watching and talking about “we wanted to be” biggies in the business world and many more such things.

AND NOW, now the talks of buses and their routes has turned to “It’s just a minutes’ drive”, brands and gadgets we carry every day and we add new frequently, quick round trips are arranged on couple of clicks on lappy, we fight for “i’ll pay the bills”, we spend time with biggies in the corporate and we have known WHAT all these really mean ;).

Life has changed. Amazingly!! And it will keep changing. As I said it’s not that late. It’s a story of everyone among us. If you really wish to be satisfied then rather than comparing it with other’s PRESENT compare it with your PAST and you will know how far have you come, with a smile of your face and eyes open towards future :).   

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 your 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 to 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!!