Craving for some Jim Morrison tonight.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PECk9A-07Pw

and some Ben Harper..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9I9M4H9n_I

and why are these links not showing the videos here? Hmmmpp.

A Poem

           I was reading, the Bridget Jones Diary, Edge of Reason and I stumbled on this poem by Rudyard Kipling, an English poet and writer. The poem was called "If" . I wasn't in the best mood for the past few days and the poem literally just lit me up as it hit me by full force. I have to remind myself again, that life doesn't have to be perfect to have moments of perfect happiness. It has its ups and downs. And its all up to me if I take life seriously or lightly. And I think it's wiser to choose the latter.

Here is "If".

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