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So this is what it feels like to be run over by the All Blacks rugby team. Towing a steamroller. And a bus. The sabre-toothed tiger didn’t help much either.
Forgive, please, the lack of Blogs in recent days. The mind was (half) willing, the body less so. I have travelled many highways in life; I am not sure I like the bypasses much.
And so now, gently back from the darkness into the daylight. When one owns a business, one can never let go, whatever the body says. But thanks to my formidable team, I have gone as close as possible to neglecting my duties as has ever happened in the 14 years of this company’s existence. We are a band of brothers and sisters who have been through much in the past decade and a half. That bond of steel now feels as firm as granite.
At Moodie Headquarters, I have a beautiful piece of original art (above) that I bought several years ago from Heathrow T5 Gallery. It features the most delicately woven text repeated over and again. It runs like this:
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
The words are not the artist’s. They belong originally to the great English poet Alfred Lord Tennyson and can be found in one of his seminal works, Ulysses. The full section runs as follows, words I like very much and on which I shall close:
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.