Fate's arrangements are out of our hands,
To it, we have trivial authority over its plans,
But in our minds, fate's fingers cannot impermissibly prod,
For with time, you can find that your power over your mind is quite broad.
Fate is forever beyond reach, quite the fickle thing,
But pay it little thought, as even when it takes a swing,
In pain or triumph each, there lies a lesson to be found,
Introspect as you ought, and in building yourself you can redound.
We have only slight influence on the happenings of our lives,
It is not within your choosing whom or what fails or thrives,
Beyond us we have but little power to change what happens,
Yet over our reactions, we are the sole captains.
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Tranquilus, Fortis
Poetry"Tranquil, Strong." A new, growing collection of philosophical poems reflecting on life, and parts of it, encouraging finding inner peace, strength, and growth of oneself.
