You do not have to be good.
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Mary Oliver opens one of her most beloved poems with four words that have given more people permission to breathe than almost any line in modern poetry.
“You do not have to be good.”
Not you don't have to try. Not you don't have to care. Just — you do not have to be good. Not perfect. Not impressive. Not earning your place through performance.
She goes on: “You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.”
It sounds almost too simple to be wisdom. But most of us are carrying some version of a scorecard — proof we collect to justify our right to rest, to be loved, to take up space. Oliver is quietly taking the scorecard away.
You were never required to audition for your own life.
The world doesn't need your perfection. It needs you — soft animal and all — paying attention, showing up, loving what you love without apologizing for it.
That's enough. That was always enough.
Have a kind morning.