Medan Journal (Day 3): Invictus

A Poem for the Journey

Invictus is a Latin word that means "unconquered." While I was on the ferry to Samosir Island, I was reminded of the might of creations, taking advantages and learning from the most bitter of lessons. 

While the volcano had once sputtered a thunderous amount of destruction that killed everything in its path, life will always find a way. Prove? Look at the fishes in the lake, the humans on the ferry and on the Island! Amid the ashes and destruction, they always find a way to survive and thrive. 

It reminded me that while life may be difficult and looked impossible, we are the master of our fate, captain of our soul. Life may pull us down, but we should never surrender without giving it our best!

Samosir Island getting closer

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