“If” by Rudyard Kipling
From a father to his son
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 bulld '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!
This place is a dream . Only a sleeper considers it real, then death comes like dawn,and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
- Rumi
My characterisation of a loser is someone who , after making a mistake , doesn’t introspect, doesn’t exploit it , feels embarrassed and defensive rather than enriched with a new piece of information and tries to explain why he made a mistake rather than moving on .
- Nassim Taleb