I have a lot of stuff floating around in my head when it comes to content for this blog whether it is relevant to current events, social media, or just aimless ramblings. Sometimes, though, the best thing I can post is another’s words in place of my own:
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion… ”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
These have been echoing in my head recently; words that have followed me for over twenty-three years since I first encountered them in high school, thanks to the Dead Poet’s Society. Words which have been shaping who I am ever since.
Now, excuse me for a bit as I go outside to sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world and celebrate myself…