How is it that I think I know anything
When I am so much younger than a rock
And will vanish as quickly as the grass?
How is it that I ever consider myself an expert
When I am not even as old as a sea turtle
Or some humble, unnoticed tree?
Who do I think I am
Besides one who happened upon an ancient world
Maybe I should be sitting in awe
Or begging for knowledge
Or listening to truth in the wind
Or asking for wisdom from strangers
Rather than dishing unsolicited opinions
At every opportunity
Who do I think I am anyway?
“In reality, humility means nothing other than complete honesty about yourself.”
– William Countryman