I'm Shane. For those of you who don't already know me welcome to the Chaos that is my life. Join me as I travel around the world on a sailboat. I walked away from a great career as a professional firefighter, a large luxurious home, everything I owned and even gave away my best friend Drake the dog. Why you ask? To travel the world on a boat. Cruising to foreign places all at 5 mph. From the Caribbean now to South America soon, I hope you will dig reading about all the ridiculous situations I will no doubt get myself into as I continue trying to adjust to this radical life switch.

*Update* So after over a year of not blogging I'm going to start again. I am spending the summer season on Catalina Island of the coast of California living onboard a 65 foot diveboat and teaching diving. I'm sure there will be plenty of chaos to follow.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

If...

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 pitch-and-toss,
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!


-Rudyard Kipling

Still one of my favorite poems. You can also check at youtube for some video of Dennis Hopper reading this poem. There is also another reading by Robert Morley that is good.





5 comments:

oneheavenlyheart said...

Oh I love it. I never thought of myself as a poetry lover. I was more into courtroom drama type reading.

Of course, I never thought I loved museum art either (Yes, I know -LAME- since I do graphic design "creative" type stuff for a living) but then I went to the Getty and I was so fascinated by the marble statues and intricate details of everything.

Very cool!

I like it because it's all about balance.(Which the world knows I struggle with too) And if you can just be a little bit reasonable and a LOT fearless the whole world is yours for the taking! :)

Anonymous said...

I thought you wrote that while you were in the slammer. Have you converted to islam yet?

Anonymous said...

If you like poetry like this....You are a fag,

Unknown said...

I once knew this guy who was tough as nails. He was a former cage fighter, a bad-ass firefighter, understood Henry Rollins, and got all the hot babes. If you know what happened to him, let me know. Seriously, that was some cute poetry you posted. You should change your "Captain Chaos" moniker to something like "Sweet & Soft Shane."

Peterson said...

There once was a sailor from Cali

Whose pecker smelled like a dirty galley

He never bathed

Rarely did shave

And got caught with a pocket of Maui Wowie