I Like Walt Whitman
Today I was feeling very much a mixing of emotion and indecision; bouncing from strength and humor to angst and depression. Mostly, I just know I need to do laundry, bathe my cat (she stinks), and hold myself accountable once again for my life. Eating Almond Joys really does not do anything but make me fat. I will not choose vodka and Chaka Khan. Each day I will contribute a verse.
(points to those who catch the references)
O 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.
