I discovered this poem recently, and it gave me that feeling…
You know the one. It’s completely indescribable but I’ll do my best anyways – it makes you acutely aware of everything: the world, your place in it, and the way in which you connect to the whole of humanity. Maybe you get goosebumps, maybe you cry even if you’re not sad, maybe you can’t stop smiling. This feeling is rare and fleeting. But when it comes along, you must do your best to hold onto it while it’s there.
Personally, I think Steven Chbosky put it best in The Perks of Being A Wallflower, “This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”
Anyways, when you stumble on something that gives you a feeling like that, it’s a shame not to share it, don’t you think?? So, here’s my new favorite poem by Mary Oliver, I hope you enjoy!
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.