Stepping On Hearts

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It was never that my old ways

Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me

Materially

They could get me whatever I wanted

But sooner or later, the rip tide comes

Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand

The sobs seemed unending

Grief

The force of it all nearly killed me

These poor souls, and who was I to parade

Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?

I started to want different things

Things I was so unfamiliar with

I almost gave up, gave in to the madness

Almost handed my soul to the devil

Because I thought he deserved it

And I deserved him

But then, I stood up

Sometimes with such vague conviction

That this time, from here on out

I would never let another difficulty

Stop me

I would help

Those who need me

Hand-Selected Wisdom from JFK

I invite you to explore and absorb the wisdom that radiated off this dear man.  He is one of my dear idols, and extremely bright!

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As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.

 

Physical fitness is not only one of the most important keys to a healthy body, it is the basis of dynamic and creative intellectual activity.

 

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

 

We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came.

 

 

 

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Hand Selected Wisdom from Arthur Miller

Young and handsome Miller

A young and handsome Arthur Miller

My personal favorites:

The job is to ask questions-it always was-and to ask them as inexorably as I can. And to face the absence of precise answers with a certain humility.

The tragic right is a condition of life, a condition in which the human personality is able to flower and realize itself. The wrong is the condition which suppresses man, perverts the flowing out of his love and creative instinct. Tragedy enlightens-and it must, in that it points the heroic finger at the enemy of man’s freedom. The thrust for freedom is the quality in tragedy which exalts. The revolutionary questioning of the stable environment is what terrifies.

Don’t be seduced into thinking that that which does not make a profit is without value.

I do not believe that any work of art can help but be diminished by its adherence at any cost to a political program … and not for any other reason than that there is no political program — any more than there is a theory of tragedy — which can encompass the complexities of real life.

The apple cannot be stuck back on the Tree of Knowledge; once we begin to see, we are doomed and challenged to seek the strength to see more, not less.

The shadow of a cornstalk on the ground is lovely, but it is no denial of its loveliness to see as one looks on it that it is telling the time of day, the position of the earth and the sun, the size of our planet and its shape, and perhaps even the length of its life and ours among the stars.

Man must shape his tools lest they shape him.

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

Simmer in these quotes. Take them to heart. Memorize them? If you want!