Monday, March 14, 2011

Inspiration.

Found in the words of one of the best, and I wanted to share them with you.

O Me! O Life!

ME! O 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 will contribute a verse.

                                                                                 --Walt Whitman



Indeed.

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