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

Making excuses, pointing fingers, and assigning blame to anyone or anything is a flashing neon sign of a simple-minded adult.

The successes and failures of your life rest on you.

The rest of the world recognizes and accepts this. If you don’t, you will be judged as less than, treated accordingly, and left behind.

Personal Responsibility