“However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man’s abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace. The town’s poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any. Maybe they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving. Most think that they are above being supported by the town; but it oftener happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means, which should be more disreputable. Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old; return to them. Things do
not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.”
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Thanks for posting this. Very wise words, honest and sensible. In my own mind, I’ve compared the homeless person to the millionaire and decided that while creature comforts are what make living comfortable and at times entertaining, they are the proverbial anchors that enslave us. No way in hell I’m giving up my comfortable bed for a piece of cardboard under an overpass, but hey, in the big picture, I’m blessed far beyond my ability to understand why, despite the desire to die at my own hand. Recognizing this fact is the only thing that offers a glimmer of hope somedays. “There, but by the grace of ***, go I.” Good read, thanks again.
I recommend reading the whole book (though it does get hard to follow at places):)
Is “Walden” the name of the book? Is Walden the Walden that lived in nature many years ago and rails against city life?