What's in a name

As you probably noticed I changed the title of my blog. I'm still not set on anything so it might change again. While thinking of intriguing names my mind recounted poems that I memorized as a kid. The first to pop into my head was Opportunity by Edward Rowland Sill. It's set in the midst of a battlefield,  in a few short lines you find out that a title is not the only reason why you are what you are. You can be great even if your a 'anybody' person. The craven or antihero in this poem had the chance to be a hero but shirked his duty and blamed it on his 'nothing' title. While learning this in grade school, I did the "What if...' on this guy. What if he had fought, what if he stayed, what if he saved the day. He will never know because he didn't try. How many winning moments have I missed because I didn't try. That's a thought could terrify me if I dwelt to much on it. So I will take a lesson from the craven and try as much as I can to stretch myself to conquer things that come my way.

OPPORTUNITY

by: Edward Rowland Sill

This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream-- 

There spread a cloud of dust along a plain;

And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged

A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords

Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner

Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes.

A craven hung along the battle's edge,

And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel

That blue blade that the king's son bears, but this Blunt thing!" 

He snapped and flung it from his hand,

And lowering crept away and left the field.

Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead,

And weaponless, and saw the broken sword,

Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand,

And ran and snatched it, and with battle shout

Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down,

And saved a great cause that heroic day.