to be sublime.
i don’t know what this is but i like it.
Narcissus is a teenage girl. No other figure loves her; she loves herself to fill the difference. She watches herself constantly: in the darkened windows of cafés and storefronts and the silvered glass in her bathroom. Alone she pouts, minces, tosses her hair, shapes her face for every angle. She knows her good side. She knows how to move her mouth. She generates self-awareness as the world becomes aware of her.
from the article “I’m Not Myself You See“, by larissa pham
i heard about robin williams’ death and i got sad. then i decided to re-watch dead poets society in his memory. i hadn’t seen it in years and i realized that i now knew most of the poetry. and then i got a little warm inside. i also cried a little. i love that movie.
They’re not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they’re destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? – – Carpe – – hear it? – – Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.
Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.” Don’t be resigned to that. Break out!
This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls.
Robert Frost said, “Two roads diverged in the wood and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.