Thank you Teacher .. 😊…
You brought this back into sharp focus for me..
We all use this word in our everyday parlance & communications .. needless to say without much thought or further a do. Conjunctive or Noun, “if” does so much more than we regularly contemplate (if we ever do), or consider, either in our lives, or in the others we interact with – If only I can be this way or that way, then things will be this and that …
As a conjunction, “if” links our thoughts – productive or destructive. I pray we become more sensitive, and more conscious about being constructively and positively productive each time the word “if” comes through our lips .. 👄 .. as it often does and will continue to do.
NOW, what if “if” is a noun???
“.. As in referring to a person, to a place, a thing, or states, or qualities .. If ABC does so and so … I will do such and such… “
It better be for Peace ..✌️.. and not for war, it better be in love 💕 and not for hate.
The poem “IF – By Rudyard Kipling” is so instructive in the right way. It got me thinking a lot more. Can I, with your kind permission, leave you with those words of Rudyard Kipling below? You may just receive some new inspiration, such as I have, as you continue with your life’s journey too.
Here it goes:
By Rudyard Kipling, 1865 – 1936
“ 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 wornout 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!
Journey mercies Friends.