A long, long, time ago...

Mar 15, 2016 23:39

In a galaxy far, far away... I started feeling things and writing about them. When I started this account I was just a beginning writer, hungry to express himself. Many years have passed and now I am a beginning writer, hungry to express myself. What can I write about? That life is fair and fine, that beauty abounds with no worry for fear? I would not lie to you; life is as beautiful and as chaotic as we could never fully imagine.

I have been experiencing some unnecessary doubts as of late. My hopes are to give them rest here. I leave with the mournful, and yet hopeful, words of Walt Whitman:
''Oh me! Oh Life!''

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring-What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.
That you are here-that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

expatriot

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