It is a while since I read the poem Anyway. Originally written by Kent Keith it was made famous by Mother Teresa who put it on the wall of her orphanage in Kolkata (Calcutta). (For more of the connection between Keith’s poem and Mother Theresa follow this link.)
People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and true enemies.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Be good anyway.
Honesty and frankness will make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
People need help but will attack you if you help them.
Help them anyway.
In the final analysis, it is between you and God.
It was never between you and them anyway.