In the life of care, there is nothing to accomplish. Only endless things to care for. Nothing to be mastered. Only an effort to lean into everything that is alive. Nothing to regret in what has brought us this far. Only gratitude that, as human beings, our humanness is a constant cocoon that keeps shedding to reveal that small, luminous portion of Universal spirit which we are privileged to be guardians of in our brief time on earth. Beyond the virtues of knowledge, the gift of such care is that it opens the well of being that makes life bearable.
— Mark Nepo, The Exquisite Risk