When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look,
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paces upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
I’m doing that thing again, where I think about the upcoming school year and two things happen:
First, I think: I can do this. I will stay on top of everything. I’ll do all my homework on time, study far in advance, and ask for help if I don’t understand. I’ll work out, I’ll eat healthy, I’ll keep my room clean.
Then, I think: that’ll last for a few weeks, and then I’ll let everything fall apart, like I always do. Fast forward six months, and I’ll be freaking out about a final I have in the morning while watching Netflix in my disaster zone of a room.
Sometimes it’s really tempting to let that second voice drown out the first.
But the thing is, though it’s been said that “to err is human”, to hope is human too. So that’s what I always have done, and it’s what I’ll continue to do. Optimism isn’t weakness, it’s the bravest thing there is.
So good luck this year, everyone. Whatever your goals are, I hope you’ll be able to reach them.
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undivided tenderness. — Robert Bly, A Little Book on the Human Shadow (via quotes-shape-us)
And the Present is a Future I could look forward to.
Life is limitless, and there are countless roads that I may wander down if I so choose
But there is one path that I am barred from traveling, and that is the road that would lead me back to this moment