Desiderata

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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 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 labours and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its shame, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

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Christ, how do you Poets out there categorize your work... the literature section is more of a mine field than the traditional section! Yikes!

I made this for my Mother for Christmas 2010 at her request, and found it hidden in my folders while searching for something. The flowers were fun, all stuff my mom grows in her garden. pfft the corn... but the text was a pain in the butt... Maybe I'll practice my writing skills for the sake of art.
_{Not for everyday life though. No, that I'll remain lazy and scribbly on.}

Note: This ain't mine Yo. Famous Poem. Word.
Art = Mine