"It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul." - William Ernest Henley
Had I been more present in the moments that filled the first half of my life, I'd probably have been aware of this poem. As it stands, I only just saw it for the first time two days ago.
Written by Victorian-era English poet William Ernest Henley, the poem is attributed to Henley's sense of stoicism. Wikipedia defined modern day stoicism as "someone indifferent to pain, pleasure, grief, or joy." I'm not a big fan of that definition, as it goes entirely against the concept of being completely vulnerable. But I do absolutely believe in persevering through whatever pains life may throw at you. Henley had one of his