It's a very good poem. Kindness doesn't come into it. It says something important that hasn't been says before, and says it in a very convincing way. And in a way commensurate with what it says.
First, I love the new, earthier color scheme; it's easy on my eyes too, which I can't say for most websites! I love the way your meditation on the question flows into the way of water because that's often how I feel I've needed to adjust my own way of living since leaving the workforce and not seeing any immediate social contribution. Pressing for the answer of how I will matter today (or any day) or to whom is a recipe for despair, but sort of following gravity and seeing where the currents lead tends to result in serendipitous meaning.
On the edge of seventy, who I am and what I mean to others (sometimes, it seems, very little), I'm left to ponder the eternal question: what's it all for? Why are we here? What's it all about?
And, so, I've decided I must live for today, for me and for those nearest and dearest to my heart. Beyond that, really, I have no say.
This is the sort of poem that will leave a mark.
Thanks John. That's very kind of you to say.
It's a very good poem. Kindness doesn't come into it. It says something important that hasn't been says before, and says it in a very convincing way. And in a way commensurate with what it says.
Thanks John.
Love this
Thanks so much, Robert!
First, I love the new, earthier color scheme; it's easy on my eyes too, which I can't say for most websites! I love the way your meditation on the question flows into the way of water because that's often how I feel I've needed to adjust my own way of living since leaving the workforce and not seeing any immediate social contribution. Pressing for the answer of how I will matter today (or any day) or to whom is a recipe for despair, but sort of following gravity and seeing where the currents lead tends to result in serendipitous meaning.
You've pinpointed the place this poem came from :)
Stunning. I love this.
On the edge of seventy, who I am and what I mean to others (sometimes, it seems, very little), I'm left to ponder the eternal question: what's it all for? Why are we here? What's it all about?
And, so, I've decided I must live for today, for me and for those nearest and dearest to my heart. Beyond that, really, I have no say.
Wise words, Julie! Thanks for your thoughts.
Oh, Conny, this is a brilliant poem.
Thanks Jennifer x
I second what John Martin said. I like this poem! It's truly a questions everyone is wondering about and trying to figure out what it means.
Thank you, Manuela! It's so interesting how this question changes when you take a micro or macro viewpoint.