We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
There are millions of people out there… but, in the end, it all comes down to one. I still panic sometimes, forget to breathe… but I know… I know there’s something beautiful in all my imperfections. A beauty which he held up for me to see. A strength that can never be taken away.
Sometimes you can have a whole lifetime in a day and never even notice that this is as beautiful as life gets.
Perhaps it is good to have a beautiful mind, but an even greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart.
In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way.