The world belongs to the brave.

If you can keep your head in place, when everyone around you has lost it and they blame you.
If you can continue to believe in yourself, when everyone doubts you, but you also accept doubts. If you can wait and not get tired of waiting; Or if, being deceived, you do not respond with deceit, or if, being hated, you do not incur hatred.
And yet you do not give them good or wise.
If you can dream without the dreams dominate you.
If you can think and do not make your thoughts your only goal.
If you can meet with triumph and defeat and treat those two impostors in the same way.
If you can bear to hear the truth you have said, distorted by villains to deceive fools.
Or see how you destroy everything for which you have given life and roll back to rebuild it with worn tools.
If you can stack all your winnings and risk them to a single play and lose, and start again from the beginning and never say a word about your loss.
If you can force your heart and your nerves and tendons to fulfill your goals, long after they are exhausted and thus resist, when you have nothing left, except the Will, which says: Resist!
If you can speak to the masses and keep your virtue or walk with kings, without depreciating for the common people.
If neither friends nor enemies can hurt you.
If everyone can count on you, but none too much.
If you can fill the relentless minute, with sixty seconds of diligent labor ...
Yours is the Earth and everything in it.

Poem by Rudyard Kipling