“Don’t be perfect, Be you. Don’t be what you think they want you to be. Be what you know you are. Don’t look outside yourself for anything. It’s all within.”
“Death tugs at my ears and says: “Live, I am coming.”
“So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure…That you really are strong, And you really do have worth. And you learn and learn…”
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
— Jelaluddin Rumi
Guesthouse, a poem