He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
This has been a favorite little poem of mine for many years. In fact I think I might get it inked, in true midlife crisis style.
Furthermore, all previous meditations and interpretations of this poem for me have been so very serious and heartfelt...But at this time, I believe it's telling me to leave this place and live in a van...and always drive West but always look East.
Because I might get kicked out of here anyways if I try to pull any of this stuff. Maybe get my medical bills paid first before I institute this plan...that's the practical answer. 😂🤣