I’m not quite sure why this comic is currently circling around Facebook- but the poem by Max Ehrmann has always been a favorite of mine. Almost 30 years ago, I received it from a good friend as we graduated high school and went our way into the world.
In those years, I have moved the book from apartment to apartment, home to home. It always sits somewhere on the nightstand, within easy reach. I rarely open it, I know what it says- and sometimes just the sight of the cover can calm me and offer perspective.
Every once in a while, the poem reappears into the mainstream- and I take it as a sign to stop, read it, and pay attention. It takes time to read this poem, whether as a comic or a book- and the process of turning the pages or absorbing the panels of art focuses my heart on what it really matters.