Remember to be gentle with yourself and others.
We are all children of chance, and none can say while some fields will blossom, and others lay brown beneath the August sun.
Care for those around you.
Look past your differences.
Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices in life no more easily made.
Give in any way you can, of whatever you possess.
To give is to love.
To withhold is to wither.
Care less for your harvest than how it is shared, and your life will have meaning, and your heart will have peace.
I will not die an unlived
I will not live in fear
or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my
to allow my living to open me,
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Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing
that the light is everything that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and falling. And I do.