We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies—
The Heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King—
Ships don’t sink because of the water around them, they sink because of the water that gets in them
Don’t let what’s happening around you get inside you and weigh you down