© 2010 Lynsey

256 – Back wild horses

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.

— Invictus – William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)

Mysteriously, the truck in front of us today raised some interesting questions, or perhaps posed some interesting challenges. Should we always back the safe options? What would we learn from backing wild horses? Who was this graffiti artist who can combine the ideas of backing wild horses and Invictus so improbably on the back of a truck waiting for the traffic lights?

Manifesto
16. Every day looking at the order of things gives you power.
23. Every day retain your personal power. It belongs to you. No one else.
27. Every day pain is a sign of growing.

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