The One Obligation

I Am Telling You Directly About the Self.

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I am speaking to you about the fact of your own mind,

not the idea of it but the actual thing operating inside you right now,

the one that doubts, that reaches, that retreats,

that knows more than it admits and admits less than it knows.

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This is what I have observed in my years among men and women.

The greatest poverty is the refusal to think for yourself.

Not ignorance, ignorance can be corrected.

The refusal, the willful surrender of judgment to institutions,

to crowds, to the approval of people

whose opinions you would never freely choose to carry.

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You were given a mind that is yours alone.

It came into the world already furnished with original perceptions.

It sees this morning's light at an angle no other instrument records.

What it concludes about beauty, about justice, about how to live,

these conclusions belong to you.

They are yours to state plainly and with full confidence.

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I have watched capable people go silent in rooms.

I have watched them trade their genuine assessments

for the comfort of agreement.

They walk out diminished and call it getting along.

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Here is the direct statement this poem is building toward.

Conformity is a choice, and it costs exactly what it appears to save.

The energy spent managing other people's expectations

is energy removed from the work only you can do.

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Stand in your own place.

Form your own sentence.

Say what you have seen.

The world is not improved by careful agreement.

It is improved by one person at a time deciding to be accurate

about what they actually think and saying so out loud.

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That is self-reliance.

That is the subject of this poem.

That is the subject of everything.