Writings of an Anglican bishop

I am reminded of the writings of an Anglican bishop:

When I was young and free and my

imagination had no limits, I dreamed of
changing the world;

As I grew older and wiser I realized the
world would not change.

And I decided to shorten my sights
somewhat and change only my country.
But it too seemed immovable.

As I entered my twilight years, in one last
desperate attempt, I sought to change
only my family, those closest to me, but
alas they would have none of it.

And now here I lie on my death bed and
realize (perhaps for the first time) that if
only I’d changed myself first, then by
example I may have influenced my
family and with their encouragement
and support I may have bettered
my country, and who knows I may have
changed the world.