Monday, December 15, 2008

"Desired Things"

My parents had a plaque hanging next to our front door, for as long as I can remember, of the Desiderata - what I might call a poem about how to live life. (Although our plaque claimed that it was written by an anonymous author and found in an old church circa 1692, it turns out it was actually penned in 1929, in Indiana, by Max Ehrmann.) Shortly after my dad passed away, a friend, who had never been to my parents' home, gave me a gift of a plaque with the same saying. I now have both plaques and have my parents' version hanging next to our mudroom door. I walk past it numerous times each day but today I stopped to actually read it again. I thought it seems so appropriate to life right now:

Desiderata
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 vexatious 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 business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not 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.