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Things To Be Desired

There are days when you glide onto the ice without concern, and there are days when you’re slipping as soon as you hit it. Today, was one of those latter days for me. No need to go into details; just one of those days.

So, I’m looking forward to tomorrow, when I can start finishing the story I started today. Weekends are when I have most of my time for writing, when I can spend several hours at a stretch tap tapping away on the keyboard. It’s also when I catch up on my reading.

I guess the lesson for today is: bad days end and better ones arrive. It’s as simple as that. Just like Annie said: Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love Ya Tomorrow!

So, in lieu of my usual posts, here’s something I recently dug out of my inspirational attic. It always cheers me up.

Desiderata (latin translation: “Things to be desired.”)

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.

  • A poem by Max Ehrmann, 1927