Sweet Saturdays: Hope…

Sweet Saturdays

Everybody has their own way of dealing with stress, bad news, feeling sad…some people seek out a close friend, others a crowd. Me? I tend to withdraw and try to go it alone. It isn’t that I necessarily want to be alone, but rather that it’s hard for me to share that part of myself. I bury myself in a book, music, and in poetry. I’m fortunate that I have some very good friends that are able to “read” me well. They won’t let me isolate myself too long, and that’s a good thing.

Today I’m sharing a poem, and a couple of songs that I turn to when I’m not at my best. I tend to listen to sad songs when I’m feeling that way, and I’ve often been asked the question…doesn’t that just make you sadder? Nope…for some reason it doesn’t. It makes me feel less alone, less sad somehow, knowing that others have felt the same and survived it…


by 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 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!





I hope you have friends like I do…friends that never let you forget you’re important…that you matter…and that help make every day sweet…not just Saturdays šŸ™‚

Tamie Xo

5 thoughts on “Sweet Saturdays: Hope…

  1. ChocoMG2112 says:

    This is a *great* post.


  2. This is a great post Tamie. Thank you, this post helps me going through some stuff ā¤ xx


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