(Incredibly distracted. Couldn't focus for the life of me — and it shows.)
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them 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 whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Rumi
It's hard to be clearer than that. Guests come and go all day at your guesthouse. Some just come in, look around, and then leave. Some check in and stay awhile. Some are wonderfully pleasant. Some come bearing presents and leave happiness and a smile on the table by the door as they leave. Some trash the house, shit in the corners, and do everything they can to disrupt your life. Welcome them all. Treasure them all. Learn from them all. Look for the lessons they teach and welcome those into your life.
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