The roles we embody stem from our core identity. Many people have developed a finely cultivated mixture of their personality traits, values, and beliefs in order to fit in to their desired role at any given time: employee, family member, colleague, friend, professional, etc. One of the finest balances involves structure and nurture, logic and love, discipline and flexibility. The former enhances our ability to fit into social norms and adhere to rules and regulations of daily life. The latter allows us to express our individual personalities and experience social benefits from creativity and connection. In the following poem, I explore this dynamic through the lens of a monarch.
Rise ye protectors, for we need your strength of force,
Strike at the source, give our enemies no foothold, no recourse
Rise ye healers, for we need your strength of will
Mend our wounds, give illness no foothold, never mind the bill
Rise ye philosophers, for we need your strength of mind
Feed our souls, give aimlessness no foothold, for the sake of all humankind