Feel all that is. Feel the hardening inside. The tenderness, the emotions that have built up and remained raw and untreated for the good of humanity, at best. Feel all the irreconcilable opposites. Feel steamrolled, insane. Feel bewildered. Feel furious. Feel timid. Feel stranded. Feel rigid. And then TRUST. [….]
Recently I was asked for my favorite poem – in fact, there are many poems I love. But in the light of current events (my daughter leaving school) I would like to share this poem with you – in honor of her teachers of the past two years (they will recognize themselves in this poem), and all teachers anywhere in the world who can relate to this idea of teaching:
Fighting what? Everything. Myself first. Then fighting against time. Aging. Diminishing. Dying. Fighting for approval. Monetary approval. Social approval. Marital approval. Even fighting against the idea of fighting. My whole life seemed to have been a long, on-going fight. I was simply tired of fighting.