Paano nga ba?

paano maging masaya?
naramdaman mo ba yon
galing sa nakalipas na buwan
o kanina lang bago bumangon
paano maging masaya?
talaga bang pahirapan na
at sadya pang mailap sa iba
o meron ka ngayong tinda

paano maging masaya?
pwede na bang may kausap
sabihing, ngiti naman dyan
kahit hindi naman apuhap
paano maging masaya?
mabigat ba kung magparamdam
at kusang lumapit ka
marahil sa trip kulang ka

paano maging masaya?
kailangan nga ba kita
sa oras na ganito kadilim
sigurado bang makikita
paano maging masaya?
naririnig mo ba ang salita
sadya kayang malayo
di kaya eh lagi ka nang abala

paano maging masaya?
kung sa isang simpleng galaw
at pagsisikap na abutin ka
katumbas naman ay isang babala
paano maging masaya?
nandito ka pa ba o wala
sadya bang naglaho
o talagang mahina lang ako sayo

If by Rudyard Kipling

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 all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath 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!

(inspired from a forum entry of a fellow rusher, jhun13. wink.)