A poem by the Sufi Master, Rumi:
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’re a crowd of sorrows who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably. He may be cleaning you out
For some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice meet them all at the door
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes. because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
–Emily Dickinson
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