Before this, I was not familiar with Mandela and rugby. After watching this movie, I thought of the doubts that often flash in our hearts, that is, this world is not perfect, facing an unfair past, facing my youth is "wasted" (perhaps Mandela did not Wasting his youth, in prison he still studies, organizes political activities), what will we do with the world? Let's start by thinking about our attitude towards the world: whether to blame the bad world, or hate the unreasonable world and put a man in prison who wanted to make the world better. If it were me, I might have held a grudge against the world for a while. After thinking about it, we team up with our own attitude: in the face of our unfair fate, some people will hesitate, some will be confused, some will think about whether it is worth it, some will feel sorry for themselves, and some will just get by. Is it just for yourself, but to make yourself happy? Then let go of this idea of changing the world and just be a happy self. It is true that only some people will still be able to firm up their minds. If we get past the first two levels, we still want to do something. You know it's not easy to do something in this world of interests. And no matter what you do, the world always seems to find a small group of people who strongly doubt your motives, question your actions, and justify your actions that cost more (I'm searching for Mander At the time of pulling, many articles pointed out that Mandela caused the economic decline of South Africa). It is so difficult to do something, and it is not very beneficial to ourselves. Maybe it is just to comfort the heart, how much pain and misunderstanding we have to endure for the thoughts in our hearts. The pay and benefits are so disproportionate, why do we still do this, this film points out a reason, I am the captain of my soul. Maybe many people think it's not worth it, maybe many people think it's wrong. But if this is a call from the heart, then we should do it. I hope this poem can accompany you as much as it did with Mandela. invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I saw layers of bottomless darkness. I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. I won't wince nor cry. Under the bludgeoninmgs of chance After wave after wave, My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tear Looms but the Horror of the shade Looms but the Horror of the shade And yet the menace of the years, and future threats, Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. But I am not afraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. I don't flinch or scream. Under the bludgeoninmgs of chance After wave after wave, My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tear Looms but the Horror of the shade Looms but the Horror of the shade And yet the menace of the years, and future threats, Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. But I am not afraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. I don't flinch or scream. Under the bludgeoninmgs of chance After wave after wave, My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tear Looms but the Horror of the shade Looms but the Horror of the shade And yet the menace of the years, and future threats, Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. But I am not afraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. No matter how narrow the door I shall pass, How charged with punishments the scroll, No matter what punishment I shall bear. I am the master of my fate: I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. No matter how narrow the door I shall pass, How charged with punishments the scroll, No matter what punishment I shall bear. I am the master of my fate: I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
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