You can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same

Joseph Merz

Imagine being able to face both success and failure and neither alters the course that you have set yourself. You treat those two imposters just the same.

The poem below was written by Rudyard Kipling and was a childhood favourite of mine. I loved how simple he made ‘being a better person’ sound, and I have tried to live by his words since I was first able to read them. But there’s one line I particularly enjoy, one that has helped me in the past through some very difficult times in business.

“If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two imposters just the same”

What an incredible concept that is. If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat both equally. Immediately this means no more expectation of success and no more fear of failure, because neither really matters. It means you simply acknowledge the event and continue on, come what may.

It makes you realise the relativity of both success and failure. What I mean is that one mans success is another man’s failure, and vice versa. The only actual power they hold is the power you give them. So next time you receive positive or negative news, treat those two imposters just the same.

 

If— by Rudyard Kipling

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!


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