the good life

So what's the good life? Waking up late, going to work, doing what I want living my life and enjoying my life. I am the master of my own destiny, it reminds me of the following poem, it's called Invictus by William Ernest Henley Invictus 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. William Ernest Henley This poem inspires me to do better, be better live to the fullest sort of like the YOLO (you only live once) thing. It's funny how one song, a poem can describe how you feel. Of course I have my problems and complaints but why dwell on them