"The blows that a life of self-control
Spares to strike for the common good,
That day, giving a loose to my soul,
I spent on the unimportant wood."
While reading the poem today I fell in love with that line, "giving a loose to my soul." The protagonist moved beyond his life of work, of attainment, of self-control, even though done for the common good, and gave himself permission to just chop wood; the chopping really no less important, and no more, than his other work.
Where is the opportunity in your life today to give a loose to your soul?
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