I just love this poem. It hits my heart and soul and allows me to own my flaws without guilt or sadness. We are all human and as human beings, it behooves us to accept ourselves as who we are. Not easy, I know. When I am feeling down or sorry for myself for whatever reason, (at the moment it’s because I’m not doing enough to move forward TODAY and that is really pretty trivial) I read this poem and it lifts my spirits. I now pass it on to you. I hope it resonates with some part of you! Enjoy….
This being human is a guesthouse. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain 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 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 whomever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.