Sunt stapanul destinului meu, sunt capitanul sufletului meu


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

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)

Poem citat de cateva ori in filmul cu acelasi nume care descrie modul in care Nelson Mandela a reusit sa uneasca o tara (Africa de Sud) cu ajutorul jocului de rugby. M-a impresionat foarte mult taria lui de caracter si increderea in forta interioara. Aproape fara cuvinte…