The complex nature of this world
Makes it ever harder to live
A simple life; you're tossed and whirled
By countless distractions, which give
An untrue sense of urgency.
Mistakenly you think you're clever
Enough to cause your agency,
To place your hand onto a lever
Lifting your soul up high, fulfilled
With moderation and repose.
It's endless inner work to build
The self-restraint to interpose
Your mind between impulse and act.
Commanding anger, fear, and lust,
Accepting calmly every fact,
Will make you worthy of your trust.
(Human, All Too Human, Volume II, Part II, §196)
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