At Peace With Oneself

It has been quite some time that I have not been peaceful with myself, to put into simple terms, lately I always act busy. Room for me is mostly for sleeping, I try as much as possible to avoid being at home alone which resulted as not spending enough time to be with myself - peacefully. Somehow always feel uneasy when there is simply nothing to do at my free time.
I wasnt like this before, maybe it is because that now I am renting a room instead of the whole apartment together with friends, so I do feel a little bit restricted in moving around the house freely or even doing nothing in my own room. The landlady often opens up conversation with me, which I dont mind chatting with her actually. It's just that sometimes, I can be in the mood of silent mode, hehehe....just lazy to talk and chit chat.
But today, I make it a point to just rest and relax at home. Actually I am also tired lah :p Anyway, also no mood for shopping and jostling around with people in all the crowded places at this time of the year. Got a good book to accompany me through this holiday though. So I just plan to lazying around, read my books and enjoy the free time at home in this 'breezy' time of the year.

If

I am not a poem person but I came across this one recently and like it very very much. I feel that this piece really captures the essence of what it takes to be living a good and well balanced life. It is amazing that this poem was written over 150 years ago and still relevant even until today. Kudos!

By Rudyard Kipling

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 imposters 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 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!