In my blanket where I feel the warmth

Where I am always comfortable

Where I don't receive any coldness

Where everything seems to be right to me


I am now away from it

I now take risks of coldness(trials)

I now see that things are not in the right way

I no longer belong to  that comfortable zone


Now I can keep  my head when all about me
Are losing theirs and blaming it on me;
I  can trust myself when all PEOPLE doubt me,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
I 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;

I dream - and I do not make dreams my master;
I  think - and I do not make thoughts the aim,
I  meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
I  bear to hear the truth I have spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things I gave life to, broken,
And stoop and build em up with worn-out tools;

I  make one heap of all my winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at the beginnings,
And never breathe a word about my loss:
I  force my heart and nerve and sinew
To serve my turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in me
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

I  talk with crowds and keep my virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
neither foes nor loving friends can hurt me,
All people count with you, but none too much:
I  fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Mine  is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more -

I have woken up from the comforting blanket


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