The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

-Mary Oliver


A special thank you to my good friend, Dana, for sending this my way.  🙂  xoxo

Life is extraordinarily beautiful and if you work hard enough, you can change in unimaginable ways and still manage to be fundamentally you.   Know who you are, know what you want, believe in yourself and never forget that tigers are awesome and can rip your face off in a matter of seconds so I hope you never see one up close unless it is in a zoo.

4 Comments

  1. January 19, 2011

    I tried to type you TIGER! but then your spammachine told me my comment was too short and so now I’m telling you that the stress this caused me made me think of tigers so post more nice things so I can get over it. TIGER!
    .-= meridith´s last blog ..View from the Corner Suite =-.

  2. January 21, 2011

    Despite a moderate death wish, when I go to the zoo, I’m afraid the tigers will get loose and eat me. Yes, I have a very active imagination. Or I read too many books/watch too many movies. xx
    .-= Juli´s last blog ..In which I chat with the President and CEO of My Bank =-.

  3. leah
    January 25, 2011

    At first I thought it read, “Tigers are big titties”.

    This is an amazing poem that describes all that stuff we talk about when we’re not talking about whores, prison, and shanking.

  4. heathen
    January 26, 2011

    When I worked at a daycare in high school, there was little boy who couldn’t say the “c” sound so he called kitties, “titties”. And he liked to talk about them A LOT.

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