"Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight"

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted, to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee:
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!

— William Shakespeare

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"Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage"

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
O! let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

— William Shakespeare

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"Sonnet 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase"

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

— William Shakespeare

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It’s crazy how you can be sitting in an answered prayer and still feel like you’re behind.

Don’t let the illusion of urgency steal your joy.

It pulls you out of abundance and alignment and forces you into desperately chasing.

The truth is, what’s here now will allow you to build your dream life.

The tools are already in front of you, but if you’re too focused on “what’s next,” you won’t see them. And if you can’t see them, you can’t build.

It sneaks up on you, and you may not even realize it, but chasing the world makes you forget yourself.

It makes you forget God.

Operating from that place of lack makes you ungrateful, and ungratefulness attracts more lack.

But when you can recognize where you are now, accept it for all that it is, and truly feel gratitude for it, you will be increased.