*Friedrich Neitzsche said it best, perhaps, or at least most simply, “Amor Fati – “Love Your Fate”, which is in fact your life.” Falling in love with your fate is practicing acceptance. A longer, more personal version, here in poem form by Anna Swir, translated from the Polish by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan. Anna Swir is a very shortened version of the deceased Polish poet’s name. More info on Swir (spell check keeps making it Sir or Swit, y’gotta love it) here:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Świrszczyńska
Great humility fills me,
great purity fills me,
I make love with my dear
as if I made love dying
as if I made love praying,
tears pour
over my arms and his arms.
I don’t know whether this is joy
or sadness, I don’t understand
what I feel, I’m crying,
I’m crying, it’s humility
as if I were dead,
gratitude, I thank you, my fate,
I’m unworthy, how beautiful
my life.