In the final week of preparations for Monterey Bay the physical training is secondary to connecting with the internal drive that brought me here. Years ago I can remember reading Invictus and being strengthened by a belief that I could discover in myself that same ability to shape my life.
Funny how a few decades of experience can shape ones perspective. At 14, I read the poem literally, at 44 I see an even greater power beyond the words.
My head has often been "Bloodied" and "Bowed," and fears are often a regular part of what I do.
I may be the master of my fate and the captain of my soul, but only because of the people and purpose that surround me.
Invictus
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
