"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. |
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For love was offered 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 meaning in my life. | |
And now I know that we must lift the sail |
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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— |
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It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid." -Spoon River Anthology
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