Lift the bucket of your own sorrow,
  and pour it out.
Carry the weight of your own grief,
  so you can be the one to release it.

What you have struggled against,
  you may yet conquer,
What you have proxied,
  you might never wash your hands of.

To proxy an act of violence
  is to be bound to it forever.
To delegate an accolade
  is to anul it.
To speak of a truly good thing
  is to lose it.

Let your most important work
  be committed by your hands alone
Having finished it,
  give it away.

If you make a contract of your life's work,
  you will be like the Sorcerer's apprentice,
Forever awash
  in a tide of unaccomplishments.