The poem
Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own: He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul or rain or shine The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not Heaven itself upon the past has power, But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Awesome and True
This poem has meant a lot to me for a very long time, and i am thankful i have the opportunity to comment on it. It focus you on living in the moment, the joy of sustained happiness in your accomplishments and not allowing anyone or anything to take that joy away from you. Finally it says "look at me, i made it"