For my son.
“If”
By Rudyard Kipling
Adapted by Mike Wilson
If you can keep your head when everyone around you are losing theirs and even blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when everyone doubts you and still be patient with 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 in to hating,
And don’t be vain about looks or be prideful of knowledge:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thought 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, Then bend down and build them up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on a single 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 muscle
To serve you long after they are gone,
And still 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 - and not 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—what’s more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Video by Mike Wilson of Crusader Media, LLC.
Music by Epidemic Sound.
"Beyond the Western Hills" by Gavin Luke
Audio Effects by Audioblocks.
Filmed on a Canon 6D Mark II with a 17-40mm L Series lens.
Edited in Premiere Pro.
Narration recorded on a Zoom H6.
