Desiderata by Max Ehrmann is one of my favourite poems ever written. It spoke to me as a young person always striving for the next goal to achieve, never quite happy with where I was. In particular, his line about comparing yourself with others needs to be with us as we learn to witness. We all have our roles to play! Is yours any clearer as you release judgement? Can you strive to be happy even when you are dissatisfied?
