I like living.

I have sometimes been wildly,

despairingly, acutely miserable,

racked with sorrow.

but through it all, I still know,

quite certainly,

that just to be alive

is a grand thing.

~Agathie Christie

why it’s not always like this….

inquiry for today~ why we love each other….

for the unexpected….

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

~e.e. cummings