Full of Life, Now by Walt Whitman
Full of life, now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,
To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,
To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you.
When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible;
Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me;
Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you, and become your comrade;
Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with you.)
It’s so easy to become myopic, to see the decisions you make as relating only to the present moment, or even your lifetime. But your life is contained within larger cycles, the details of which you may never come to know.
Live your life in a way that naught but blessing might echo through the ages.