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Go placidly amid the noise and 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 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 and 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 with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

~ Max Ehrmann, “Desiderata”


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April 3, 2013 at 9:45 pm

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the life gone
the body preserved
then exposed, cleaned, and flayed

the smell of formalin dissipates from my pores

the lessons remain


and like any good lecture
i am left with more questions than answers

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February 27, 2011 at 6:25 pm


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a sliver in time
impossibly small
a mind in space

of all the persons that could have been, all the thoughts that today could be

I am
mine are

nothing in eternity
yet everything currently
we are

eighty years give or take
to breathe, to dream, to see, to feel, to do, to laugh, to hope, to heal
to love

to die

students today
cadavers tomorrow

one must learn before one can teach

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February 8, 2011 at 8:43 pm