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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
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Daily Cascade #1102642 added November 29, 2025 at 7:31pm Restrictions: None
On Authentic and Gentle People
Prompt:
“You tread lightly through life, but you leave deep footprints that are hard for other people to fill.:― Josie Silver
Your thoughts?
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My first thought: Where is that person, especially in public life? I don't want to bring politics into my blog, but that was the first thought that popped up in my mind.
On the other hand, such persons do exist around us. Most of them we don't notice, though. This may be because those kinds of people do not care whether they are noticed or not, and even, they do not want being noticed in the first place.
Furthermore, their stepping back is in itself a quiet kind of power. It is the influence of a person who is gentle, modest and humble, as in the quote, to “tread lightly” suggests kindness, empathy, and an awareness of the feelings and needs of others.
Yet, such people also leave "deep footprints," and their influence endures. They offer wisdom so gently that we don’t realize its weight until later. I know this well because I had an uncle like that. His show of love, in much quiet gestures, are echoing long after he's gone, as one of my cousins and I were discussing, a while ago, this afternoon. My uncle's integrity, steadiness, and his capacity to care became a model for all of us in my generation in the family.
Then, the bittersweet truth is, when such people move on and are no longer present, they leave a space behind them that is not easily filled. Not because they were perfect, but because the depth of their goodness, their authenticity, and their presence were uniquely theirs.
May all of us be able to earn that kind of soft strength, subtle impact, and capacity to care. Such greatness, I believe, doesn't always announce itself, but maybe or rarely, it whispers, still changing lives and many other important things.
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