Illegitimi non carborundum

Often, during the times when I become slave to a bout of inescapable self pity, I find my mind returning to this age-old mantra:

'illegitimi non carborundum'

-'don't let the bastards grind you down.'

Because the bastards are everywhere, aren't they?

They're in our streets, our schools, shops, homes, towns, cities, and-especially as of late-our government bodies. In short, they're everywhere, blighting our world with a pathogenic (but thankfully, proverbial) darkness, a permanent and lackluster stain on society.

And yet these are the bastards (or wankers, or bellends-really, whatever crude term you'd prefer) that are the ones we need worry about the least. The physical bastards. The bastards

that, no matter our disposition, will always remain somewhat avoidable.

The real, tangible, downright ugly threats, come in the form of our mental bastards-the bastards that wedge themselves into the deepest, darkest crevasses of our minds.

You know them well.

It's the reoccurring thought that perpetually triggers your insomnia. It's the insecurity you carry like an involuntary purse from dawn to dusk. It's the serotonin-sucking belief of your own crippling inadequacy. It's the feeling, like the damned and bloody spot, that we wish we could command out!

The feeling that always manages to

grind

down.

A feeling that I am, quite frankly, sick of.

So I've started doing something new.

For every time I feel that niggling sense of inferiority, I say,'illegitimi non carborundum.'

For each thought that darkens my mood I think,'illegitimi non carborundum.'

For all the times when the world is under a dreary grey filter, I repeat it.

Illegitimi non carborundum.

It's a cure, a shield, a defense against the maladies that dare try and blacken my sunlit days.

Because, unlikely as it seems, each time I recite it, the thoughts seem to creep further back into those crevasses, until they-momentarily-disappear from my mind altogether.

So go on.

Say it.

Say it again.

Say it slowly.

Say it quickly.

Say it so loudly that your voice rocks the heavens themselves.

Illegitimi non carborundum.

An inspiring phrase, if there ever was one.