George Gray
Many times I studied the carved stone that I have:
a boat with sails furled, in a port.
In reality this is not my destination But my life
.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, and I was afraid;
ambition called me, and I dreaded the chances.
Despite all the while I hungered for meaning in life.
And now I know that
must lift the sail And catch the winds of destiny Wherever they drive the boat
.
Giving meaning to life can lead to madness
But life without meaning is the torture
restlessness and vague desire-
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
Edgar Lee Masters (Spoon River Anthology )
Of course, when you study in high school, these poems seem to be some real nonsense, and Pallosa heavy stuff to digest. .. then one grows. Edgar Lee Masters I discovered by accident, finding his lost collection from a mountain of books ... I like it. It makes me feel good. E 'current total ...
We put the question all the meaning in our lives ...
And I like to think that someone may have finally found an answer. not necessarily the right one ... but a very very compelling.
Kisses to all