Acorns: A Poem

I remember last year about this time, Maureen gave me a piece of paper. On this piece of paper was a poem by the German author, Goethe (whose name I love to say since I learned the correct pronunciation riding the Clark 22 bus).

Last year about this time I was working through questions like "why am I choosing to stay in a job where I am so unhappy?" and "why am I not able to respond to everyday and not-so everyday challenges in a positive way?"

Maureen thought it might help to take a look at things in a different light -- I think she was right.

Until one is committed

there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back,

always ineffectiveness.

Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation)

there is one elementary truth

the ignorance of which kills countless ideas

and splendid plans:

That the moment one definitely commits oneself

then Providence moves too.

All sorts of things occur to help one

that would never otherwise have occurred.

A whole stream of events issues from the decision

raising in one's favour all manner

of unforseen incidents and meetings

and material assistance

which no man could have dreamt

would have come his way.

Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it.

Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.

Begin it now.

Goethe