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Montag, 6. Januar 2014

The Guest House

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)
Your first kiss isn’t as important as your last. 
The math test really didn’t matter. 
The pie really did. 
The stuff you’re good at 
and the stuff you’re bad at 
are just different parts of the same thing. 
Same goes for the people you love 
and the people you don’t
and the people who love you 
and the people who don’t.
The only thing that mattered 
was that you cared about a few people. 
Life is really, really short.

(Ethan Wate, Beautiful Chaos)