This is a poem I’ve needed to hear every day for the past couple months. And I doubt I’m the only one who would benefit from memorizing it and repeating it throughout the day.
The Real Work
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
-Wendell Berry, from Standing by Words.