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Please Understand Me

While cleaning out cabinets last week, I came across a poem I acquired at a conference several years ago. Written by Keirsey and Bates, it is one of my favorite pieces.  Please let me know what you think.

If I do not want what you want. Please try not to tell me that my want is wrong.
Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view.
Or if my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly.
Or yet if I act, or fail to act in the manner of your design for action, let me be.
I do not for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.
I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend or your colleague. If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs or actions. Then you open yourself so that someday these ways of mine might not seem so wrong and might finally appear to you as right for me. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And in understanding me you come to prize my differences from you and far from seeking to change me, preserve and even nurture those differences.

Please understand me.

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  1. I'm not into poetry, but I love what that one says.

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  2. Thanks for stopping by Mary. Believe it or not, I am not a fan of poetry either. This one just spoke to me.

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