I grow old...I grow old...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
T.S. Eliot
Best read aloud, one of my favorites.
| Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” | |
| Let us go and make our visit. |
What's in your wallet?
A boarding pass, my emerald club card and a couple of crumpled bills
But that's a rocket in my pocket.
I've leased apartments for less time than I've spent in this hotel. Home and again and back and home and again. Over a hundred ups and downs.
There is always more to do before you can do what you want. Pay this off, get the kids through school so they can leave you at their discretion, not yours. Save up, forget it, you will never have enough that's why they call it jumping. I love jumping, free fall is the best. We sometimes speculate, what would we be doing if we hadn't jumped. I think it best to have jumped and lost than to have never jumped at all.
But jumping with the win(d) is best. Better than against it. But one shouldn't necessarily be discouraged by jumping against all odds.
love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
~Pablo Neruda
Do something dark today
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
Social networking is over rated and out of control. It has no raw.
Do something raw today
Sometimes you have to show who you are rather than who you think they want you to be