After once again lecturing two of my children today at length about their ability to choose their reaction to things that happen (“no one can make you be angry or mean”), this poem by Ishita Gupta has me reflecting on how often I’ve forgotten my own advice. I’m not being very wise at all. But I can be.
Every day is a new chance to choose. Choose to change your perspective. Choose to flip the switch in your mind. Turn on the light and stop fretting about with insecurity and doubt. Choose to do your work and be free of distraction. Choose to see the best in someone, or choose to bring out the worst in them. Choose to be a laser beam, with focused intention, or a scattered ray of light that doesn't do any good.