Remembering clarity

I remember — sadly, fondly — 

When I knew everything I knew 

With so much clarity and assurance. 

Life was so much easier then, 

Tied to my firm opinions, knowing 

Not only what was right for me, but also 

What was right for you. 

Now the water’s muddier, 

The boundaries much less clear, 

And I’ve learned that I’ve no right to judge: 

Whatever light I bring into the world 

Is reflected or comes through me; 

Never from me — I’m only meant to share.