In search of poise...
To me, poise is a state of soul. It's the person who calmly walks into chaos. The intellectual who uses information and an open-mind to educate others. Someone who gracefully handles opposition without being overrun by emotion. As a writer, journalist, and student of photography this is what I am striving to become. I want to explore our planet seeking information beyond first appearance, while maintaining a sense of poise. Something I think our current media climate lacks. I feel travel and human connection bring me closer to this ideal. A place where poise exists and where I can positively affect change. These are the situations I intend to seek out. These are the situations I plan to share.
When I am not writing, editing, interviewing, photographing or creating you can find me on the road, in a tent, or snuggled up next to my apathetic pitbull, Ireland.
Articles, Writings and Thoughts about our world’s various places, people and events.
A collection of moments.
Past and current work.
“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!”