if — rudyard kipling
如果 —— 拉迪亚德·吉卜林
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
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!
My body isn’t perfect。
I don’t walk with confidence。
I get into fights with my parents and friends。
Some nights I’d rather be by myself than out partying。
I cry over the smallest things sometimes。
There are days that I get through with forced smiles and fake laughs。
Sometimes I try to convince myself that things are okay when they’re
I’m not ugly but I’m not beautiful。
I don’t look as good in real life as I do in pictures。
There are some nights that I cry myself to sleep。
I constantly think I’m not good enough。
I’m imperfect, but I’m perfectly me。
I took myself out on a date
and said I’m looking grand,
and when I got my courage up
I asked to hold my hand.
I took me to a restaurant
and then a movie show.
I put my arm around me
in the most secluded row.
I whispered sweetly in my ear
of happiness and bliss,
and then I almost slapped me
when I tried to steal a kiss.
Then afterwards I walked me home
and since I’m so polite
I thanked me for a perfect date
and wished myself goodnight.
There’s just one little problem
and it kind of hurts my pride.
Myself would not invite me in
so now I’m locked outside!