My entrance into the world of so-called “social problems”
Must be with quiet laughter, or not at all.
The hollow men of anger and bitterness
The bountiful ladies of righteous degradation
All must be left to a bygone age.
And the purpose of history is to provide a receptacle
For all those myths and oddments
Which oddly we have acquired
And from which we would become unburdened
To create a newer world
To translate the future into the past.
We have no need of false revolutions
In a world where categories tend to tyrannize our minds
And hang our wills up on narrow pegs.
It is well at every given moment to seek the limits in our lives.
And once those limits are understood
To understand that limitations no longer exist.
Earth could be fair. And you and I must be free
Not to save the world in a glorious crusade
Not to kill ourselves with a nameless gnawing pain
But to practice with all the skill of our being
The art of making possible.
I was browsing through facebook and found and article about Hillary Clinton which related how in the commencement speech of her graduation she quoted the above poem.
Regardless of my political preference in the current elections, I found this poem to be very powerful and appropriate in our own search for limitless existence. It is particularly empowering in the context of what we do every day as women that wear many hats and we do so gracefully and successfully. Big or small, every contribution counts toward leaving the world better than how we received it. Our role as mothers is one of tremendous responsibility since we are primarily responsible for helping our children develop as good, hard working, kind, sensitive, smart people, that care about others, that respect differences, that care about the environment and believe in self improvement as a tool to help improve their surroundings.
Let’s lead by example and show them how everything is possible. Give your multitasking self a hug because we do so much every day.
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