2019

[kindnesstheorist]

To any one who consents to being addressed:
I turn my attention to you.

By my reckoning
(yours may differ)
you exist as a series of experiences and choices.

In every year, and in the coming year;
in every moment, and in the present moment;
this is what I wish for you:

May your past choices lie light on you;
may you be open to forgiving yourself.
May your present choices be easy,
and easily revoked.
May your future choices be multifold and
painless.

May your memories be laid out
in the order in which you prefer they appear:
may your text-books' contents linger
and your ghosts be laid to rest
and your precious pictures preserved
in lockets.

May your present existence be under your control
and of the sort that encourages you
to be the person you strive to be.

May your future self be influenced by you
(the you for whom this was created)
yet not bound by your limitations.

May you be be surrounded
by people who are kind.
May you have the freedom to choose kindness yourself.

Let it be so, or let it be better than I have said; or let me try again.

(Inspired by this poem by radiantfracture.)