Frame Of Mind

ayeshaATIF2456

FRAME OF MIND

If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost

If you think you’ll win, you’ve won

If you think you’re a thrall, you’re

If you think you’re a king, you’re

For it’s all in the frame of mind

 

To commence with triumph, triumph has to commence within you

To stand tall robustly, the perpetual courage has to start within you

To attain victory graciously, the relentless fire of immortal diligence has to kindle within you

To crack the egg and catch the fragile life falling apart the force has to emerge within you

For it’s all in the frame of mind

 

Before mortals hiss at you, applaud for yourself.

Before mortals criticize you, appreciate yourself.

Before mortals strive to bow you down, rise up yourself

Before mortals inform that you’ll fall through, mumble firmly to nerve and sinew that you can; you will

For it’s all in the frame of mind

 

The notion of belief in yourself has to start with you because it has to end with you

You’re the one at the sail; you’re the master of your sea

You’re the one aloft in the air; you’re the master of your sky

Terminate dismaying over what can go wrong; be thrilled about what can go right

For it’s all in the frame of mind

 

 

All life battles don’t go the potent or steady one

But sooner or later, to the one who thinks he can

As he who thinks he can and he who thinks he can’t

Both are usually right!

For it’s all in the frame of mind

 

Just when the pupa apprehended its time of departure from life

The butterfly started fluttering around

Contemplate what you perceive is spectacular or miserable

As the difference between both lies in the leap of your faith

For it’s all in the frame of mind

  • Author: ayeshaATIF2456 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 24th, 2021 07:57
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • Paul Bell

    Must admit, some days I think I can rule the world. Then I wonder why.
    Some days, the firing squad look at me in anticipation of good times ahead.



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