Horizons

We live in a world so disoriented that you, guided by noble motives, cannot help but seek its reorientation.

Run diligently and humbly in this endeavor, but remember that life does not exist solely to be righted. Life is for living and cherishing, a gift given to you as a child—a gift perhaps neglected, perhaps disfigured or in ruins, yet a song still being sung, a sun still setting, a stream still running to the sea.

From all your study, rest tonight. From all your toil, look up.

If all that remains is sadness, look yet a little longer.