Today, My friend gave me a poem, his father gave to him, when he was younger:

I asked him and a few others of my friends, after watching a movie together, what it truly meant to win? What does it truly mean to love someone? To truly be on top of the world? This was asked to them in Feb. It’s now March lol.  This is what he gave me.

“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 to good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master
If you can think - and not make thinking your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the words you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave you 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 all 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 then: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor loose 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!

-Rudyard Kipling

And, then he sent me a picture of Twilight in a sports car => That is why I love The Sly-J :)