What with everything going to hell in a handbasket, yesterday morning I reached into my memory for lines I made up for my own guidance years ago,
be as careless with your own heart
as you are careful of everyone else's
love and lose and learn
tread lightly on the earth
but try and put more into the pot
than you take out
I've never written them down before. I think perhaps I was never happy with the careless/careful contrast in the first two lines; by careless I mean generous and by careful I mean mindful.
I keep getting it in the ear from well-meaning people who complain that B and J and I won't give up on and abandon N. Guess what, my father wouldn't have either. Less than a week from the anniversary of his passing I puff my chest out when I think of him.
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