“ We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too. ”
If you rest, you rust.
~ Helen Hayes
We rely upon the poets, the philosophers, and the playwrights to articulate what most of us can only feel, in joy or sorrow. They illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope; they give us the strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves. Whenever I feel my courage wavering, I rush to them. They give me the wisdom of acceptance, the will and resiliance to push on.
Only the poet can look beyond the detail and see the whole picture.
Yes I have doubted. I have wandered off the path but I always return. It is intuitive an intrinsic built-in sense of direction. I seem always to find my way home.
