This poem was written in 1927. I was today years old to have the fortune of being acquainted with it.
Well,
the first thing I had to do (whenever I come across texts that speak
right to my heart) is to write it out by hand. I enjoy practising my
handwriting and the whole process allows me to think more thoroughly
about what I am writing. My favourite portion is the last three paragraphs.
My immediate thought was I wished I knew it when I was younger, when it would have helped, when I really needed it. But I figured I would probably not had been mature enough then to glimpse the gems within.
desiderata (noun, plural) - things that are desired, wanted, or needed
Yes, the younger me would not be able to see that those are the things that are truly desirable, blinded the way I was by peer pressure, social norms and my own monkey mind. ... Immensely thankful that I now have some wisdom to be able to appreciate this prose-poem.
May this sharing brings peace to your soul.
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