Dare to Dwell

"Chronic remorse... is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrong-doing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.... Art also has its morality, and many of the rules of this morality are the same as, or at least analogous to, the rules of ordinary ethics. Remorse, for example, is as undesirable in relation to our bad art as it is in relation to our bad behaviour. The badness should be hunted out, acknowledged and, if possible, avoided in the future. To pore over the literary shortcomings of twenty years ago, to attempt to patch a faulty work into the perfection it missed at its first execution, to spend one's middle age in trying to mend the artistic sins committed and bequeathed by that different person who was oneself in youth-- all this is surely vain and futile. And that is why this new Brave New World is the same as the old one. Its defects as a work of art are considerable; but in order to correct them I should have to rewrite the book-- and in the process of rewriting, as an older, other person, I should probably get rid not only of some of the faults of the story, but also of such merits as it originally possessed. And so, resisting the temptation to wallow in artistic remorse, I prefer to leave both well and ill alone and to think about something else." ~Huxley

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Not Young Enough


Can't get...
enough music.

Can't get...
enough time.

Can't get...
enough love.

If you were to always fulfill those three statements,
well,
can't get enough of you then.

As we continue to step forward,
sacrifice and change
become more frequent.

The more opportunities we have to forgo.

A couple of decades later...

All those opportunities you relinquished may have faded,
but your mind certainly will never forget.

I wish I could pick up another instrument,
learn another foreign language,
participate in another sport,
join another club.

But those times to do all you wanted are past now,
(hence the past tense).

All those times you said you weren't old enough to do something,
when all along...
it was in fear that you would never...
be young enough... again.
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