Out of the night that covers me, darkness and hell cover the world, I thank the gods of all names for giving me an unyielding soul. Under the ravages of misfortune, I did not fear or cry loudly, and under the intimidation of fate, I was scarred but vowed not to bow my head! Beyond this anger and tears, the shadow of terror roams. But the threat of years, found and should find me fearless. No matter how narrow the door is, no matter what the punishment is, I am the master of my own destiny! I am the helmsman of my own soul! The greatest brilliance in life is not never falling, but always rising again after falling. I appreciate this resilient state of life, experience wind and rain happily, and laugh at life. If you are bright, the world will not be dark. If you have hope, the world will not be completely hopeless. If you don't give in, what can the world do to you? As I walked out of my cell and through the prison gate to freedom, I knew that if I couldn't leave my grief and resentment behind me, I was still in prison. No one is born brave, and being brave is not about not being afraid, but about pretending to be brave and learning to overcome fear. The most important thing in life is not just being alive, but the difference we make in the fate of others. This is the meaning of life. The best way to say goodbye to hatred is to forgive. I would like to have this sentence written on my tombstone: 'Buried here are those who have done their duty'. Other than that, I have nothing else to ask for. A saint is also a sinner, but he will continue to strive for good. It always seems impossible until it's done. - Nelson Mandela Everything seems impossible until things are done. Even in the most ruthless days of prison, I could see a looming humanity in the guards, maybe just for a second, but it was enough to restore my confidence and persevere. I know that there is kindness and generosity deep inside everyone. No one is born to hate another because of his skin, background, or religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, then they must also be able to learn to love, because love comes more naturally in human hearts than hate. Even in those most ruthless days in prison, I could see a glimpse of humanity in a certain guard, maybe just for a second, but it was enough to restore my confidence and persevere. Human kindness is like a flame that can be hidden but never extinguished. Hatred due to a person's skin color, background, and religious beliefs is never innate. Hate needs acquired learning. If people can learn to hate, then they can also learn to love. The reason is that for the human heart, love is far more natural than hate. I have dedicated my life to the struggle of the African people, I have fought against white racial domination, and I have fought against black tyranny. I have a beautiful vision of a democratic and free society where all people live in harmony and have equal opportunities. I want to live for this ideal and to realize it. But I'm also ready to give my life for it if needed. Education is the most powerful weapon you can use to change the world. I hate racism, whether it's from black people or from white people, it seems to me to be barbaric. Let blacks and whites be brothers and let South Africa prosper. Even though it was as dark as twenty-seven years in prison, Mandela never stopped walking in the dark, his steps were steady and sonorous. The cage blocked his voice, but he was never lost and confused, just silently brewing. Mandela could not break free from the seven-square-meter zinc house, but he was never decadent or sad, but just crouched in the corner and waited quietly for the time to come. Finally, he regained his freedom amid the cheers of the whole world. His tired eyes were filled with hope, and the remnants of his body could still be turned into dust, flying into the world and continuing to welcome the glorious years. Let South Africa prosper. Even though it was as dark as twenty-seven years in prison, Mandela never stopped walking in the dark, his steps were steady and sonorous. The cage blocked his voice, but he was never lost and confused, just silently brewing. Mandela could not break free from the seven-square-meter zinc house, but he was never decadent or sad, but just crouched in the corner and waited quietly for the time to come. Finally, he regained his freedom amid the cheers of the whole world. His tired eyes were filled with hope, and the remnants of his body could still be turned into dust, flying into the world and continuing to welcome the glorious years. Let South Africa prosper. Even though it was as dark as twenty-seven years in prison, Mandela never stopped walking in the dark, his steps were steady and sonorous. The cage blocked his voice, but he was never lost and confused, just silently brewing. Mandela could not break free from the seven-square-meter zinc house, but he was never decadent or sad, but just crouched in the corner and waited quietly for the time to come. Finally, he regained his freedom amid the cheers of the whole world. His tired eyes were filled with hope, and the remnants of his body could still be turned into dust, flying into the world and continuing to welcome the glorious years. Let South Africa prosper. Even though it was as dark as twenty-seven years in prison, Mandela never stopped walking in the dark, his steps were steady and sonorous. The cage blocked his voice, but he was never lost and confused, just silently brewing. Mandela could not break free from the seven-square-meter zinc house, but he was never decadent or sad, but just crouched in the corner and waited quietly for the time to come. Finally, he regained his freedom amid the cheers of the whole world. His tired eyes were filled with hope, and the remnants of his body could still be turned into dust, flying into the world and continuing to welcome the glorious years. Let South Africa prosper. Even though it was as dark as twenty-seven years in prison, Mandela never stopped walking in the dark, his steps were steady and sonorous. The cage blocked his voice, but he was never lost and confused, just silently brewing. Mandela could not break free from the seven-square-meter zinc house, but he was never decadent or sad, but just crouched in the corner and waited quietly for the time to come. Finally, he regained his freedom amid the cheers of the whole world. His tired eyes were filled with hope, and the remnants of his body could still be turned into dust, flying into the world and continuing to welcome the glorious years.
View more about Invictus reviews
