
nice. classy
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
| — | Max Ehrmann |
In the lakes of Minnesota
I believe there bodes a
Quiet beauty like none other on this earth.
When morning breaks,
The flat glass lakes
Reflect the sun across their freezing glacial crowns.
In the skis above the trees
Rain clouds billow in the breeze,
And the downpour could rip apart a house.
The wind rips across the shore,
Against the land it wages war,
Crashing waves into its side as rain beats down.
Now the breeze has called a halt
So that the sun may come back out
And the boundary waters’ beauty is again

Note: ignore this boyfriend’s t-shirt part. I don’t have a boyfriend, and I probably wouldn’t fit in my girlfriend’s t-shirts.
I apparently jumped out of my bed onto the futon this morning around noon and confusedly said that I needed to wake up. After reassurance from my roomate that it was “noon on a saturday” and he was “pretty sure i didn’t need to get up. I returned to bed. The scary part is that i don’t remember any of this and suspect that I was sleepwalking/sleepdivingoutofmybed. My bed is 7 feet in the air. what?