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"Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made.
Ask me whether what I have done is my life.
Others have come in their slow way into my thought,
and some have tried to help or to hurt:
ask me what difference their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look at the silent river and wait.
We know the current is there, hidden;
and there are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say."
by William Stafford
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It is my favorite poem in English.
I don't remember when and how exactly it was known to me.
William Stafford was a prolific poet who wrote almost everyday.
It is said that one day some student asked him about the secret to be prolific,
and he said you can do it if you keep your standard low.
He seems a wise man to me.
I think one of my problems is I am obsessed with 'doing things well'.
Some could call it 'fear to failure', possibly; I agree.
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