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Rajidesigns Growing Up  As a child, I couldn’t wait to grow up and do things my way.  Oh, what I wouldn’t give to go back to those carefree days when the most difficult decision of the day was what I wanted for breakfast (it was my favorite meal, so it was kind of a big deal).  Being a grown-up is hard.  There’s pressure to achieve “something” and be “somebody,” even if that “something” isn’t making you happy and that “somebody” is unrecognizable to you.  What we need to realize is that there is strength in all of us to lead the lives we want and deserve, even when things are hard (and how boring would it be if everything were easy?).  Rudyard Kipling wrote this poem “If” on manhood, but it speaks about the strength in all of us. Enjoy!

IF……                                                                                                                   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!
—Rudyard Kipling