There’s very little I can do to right the world on a global scale. Or a regional scale. Or a national scale. Or even a local scale. So when I see a wrong I can right, I’m on it. Priorities.
This poem has been doing the social media rounds in recent days.
Don’t prioritise your looks my friend, as they won’t last the journey.Your sense of humour though, will only get better with age.Your intuition will grow and expand like a majestic cloak of wisdom.Your ability to choose your battles, will be fine-tuned to perfection.Your capacity for stillness, for living in the moment, will blossom.Your desire to live each and every moment will transcend all other wants.Your instinct for knowing what (and who) is worth your time, will grow and flourish like ivy on a castle wall.Don’t prioritise your looks my friend,they will change forevermore, that pursuit is one of much sadness and disappointment.Prioritise the uniqueness that make you you, and the invisible magnet that draws in other like-minded souls to dance in your orbit.These are the things which will only get better.