Words can’t express

what I’m feeling for the past two weeks!
First, I would like to give my prayers to those affected in Connecticut shooting. I can’t imagine how tragic it is. So this kind of leads to what the title of this post. I can say I’m done with all my finals. This is the most I’ve ever had (5! I had 3 in one day!) Then I went to Secret Santa Christmas party and that was fun. I missed an event this morning but that’s okay, I got to sleep a little bit more and feel better (I was not feeling well when I woke up). But then, there are so many things happening (in not good or happy way) and I’ve noticed I’m starting to get overwhelmed. I’m just thankful I have friends, family, and boyfriend to help me at least calm my nerves and not worry so much.
Then at such right timing, I stumbled onto a poem that feels really fitting to what I’m feeling.


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 imposters 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 wornout 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 breath 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

P.S. My secret Santa got me an acrylic paint set so I’m exciting to get back to paintings! :)


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Chan Kai

Hello! I'm the brainchild behind Blu Narwhale. I thrive in curiosities and truly believe Pluto still is a planet.

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