How Privacy Is Not Private - Poem "IF"

Privacy could mean a few things to people, where other people think its necessary thing to have to improve things on the internet, or in every day life.


To me, i like the idea, that prvacy is a good thing to have, just like it is to have Ethics, Morals, (Morality), standards.  I think these are being lost in life, somewhere.


There is a poem by Rudyard Kipling, that goes like this.  But before i repreduce the poem, i want you think of every line of it, and how it does affects our lives, hopefully for the good.  This was written by Rudyard Kipling in the Victorian period.  Some of these qualities include keeping one's cool even when everyone else is losing theirs, in this poem a father addresses his son and tells him about the quality of a perfect man.  The poet means that a perfect man is one who is confident of what he does, he does not change his views even when others are pointing out at him.  A person who is able to hear the truth, even if it would be really bitter. The poet simply tells us that a perfect person is all over a, Confident, Successful, Honouracle and is a leader and can also be trustful.  A good character makes you a man. 
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                                Poem "IF"

"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!