Path to Happiness

While surfing blogs, I cam across this beautiful poem on Higher Being. It is a poem that almost all of us have read or memorised in school. Reading it again made it sound familiar, yet different. I think this poem can give newer insights into life whenever it is read.

Read below to unravel your personal meaning of self:

How happy is he born and taught
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought
And simple truth his utmost skill;

Whose passions not his masters are;

Way of heaven
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Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Not tied unto the world with care
Of public fame, or private breath;

Who envies none that chance doth raise,
Or vice; who never understood
How deepest wounds are given by praise,
Nor rules of state, but rules of good;

Who hath his life from rumours freed,
Whose conscience is his strong retreat;
Whose state can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruin make accusers great;

Who God doth late and early pray
More of His grace than gifts to lend;
And entertains the harmless day
With a well-chosen book or friend;

This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.

- Sir Henry Wotton

Beautiful thoughts, in a simple form. Amen to that.