“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters;
that’s our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time’s
horrible burden one which breaks your shoulders and bows
you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what?
With wine, poetry, or virtue
as you choose.
But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the bleak solitude of your room,
you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated,
ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock,
all that which flees,
all that which groans,
all that which rolls,
all that which sings,
all that which speaks,
ask them, what time it is;
and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock,
they will all reply:
“It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time,
get drunk, get drunk,
and never pause for rest!
With wine, poetry, or virtue,
as you choose!”
“In surgery, the healing process begins with a cut, an incision, the tearing of flesh. We have to damage the healthy flesh in order to expose the unhealthy. It feels cruel and against common sense, but it works. You risk exposure for the sake of healing, and when it’s over, once the incision has been closed, you wait. You wait and hope that your patient will heal. That you haven’t in fact, just made everything worse.”
Season six, episode twelve
We’ve all heard the warnings and we’ve ignored them. We push our luck. We roll the dice. We play with fire. It’s human nature. When we’re told not to touch something, we usually do, even if we know better. Maybe because deep down, we’re just asking for trouble.
— Meredith Grey, Grey’s anatomy (via aintjustgreyskies)
So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they’re busy doing things they think are important. This is because they’re chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.
Sinner’s Sonnet - Andrew Whitman
“I’m leaving and there’s no coming back. Got no room for places like this in my sack. I fought all my battles. I faced all my fears.
I’m leaving after all of these years. I know that I’m welcome at home. They’ll take me back in, they won’t leave me alone. I’ll tell them my sorrows, they’ll share in my pain. It’s home again, and home again the same.
Now people been looking at me. I look through their eyes, and I know what they see. They see me a sinner, condemn me to die, and I got no right to question them why.
I live my life day after day. I try to do good, and let light guide my way. But there’s something that’s missing, there’s something not there. I search but that something’s nowhere.
Then a stranger walks right up to me. She tells me she loves me, and sets my heart free. Now I’ve something to live for, for something I’d die. ‘Cause love’s just something you can’t buy.”
Today I met a Korean War veteran. He told me about all the places he was stationed in South Korea. He was there about fifty-ish years ago today. After meeting him, I was reminded how bless I am and, so thankful for the veterans who helped the Korean people so many years ago.