I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me –
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered to me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for the meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire–
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
- Edgar Lee Masters, ‘George Gray’
Freedom is useless if we don’t exercise it as characters making choices…
We are free to change the stories by which we live.
Because we are genuine characters, and not mere puppets, we can choose our defining stories.
We are co-authors as well as characters. Few things are as encouraging as the realisation that things can be different and that we have a role in making them so.
- Daniel Taylor
July 6th, 2008 at 1:14 am
“But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire–
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.”
Awesome! Story of my life! Good stuff man. More poems. More good thoughts.