When I was a youngster growing up in the deep south, I had two older brothers. They shared a room, and since they were quite a bit older than me, I always considered their room a really cool place to hang out and see what the big kids were doing.
On their wall was a poem that you may or may not have seen before – Desiderata. My parents probably saw it printed in the newspaper one day and decided to make it sort of "artsy" – – mounting it on an old piece of wood, giving the paper and antique finish, and so forth – – – basically make it look like a centuries-old text that had been found in the back of a storage room somewhere.
I read it many times as a child, and its message is as true today as ever. It also resonates quite well here on Slope, where we've had a few "vexations to the spirit" and a few who were "dull and ignorant", but, on the whole, "many people strive for high ideals."
This piece means a lot to me, and I hope you find it enjoyable and edifying………
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.