the what-if

"Isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?"--Celine

Linklater, I swear, is a genius. The quote above is one of the best lines ever because, well...it's just so true! And it's kinda awful how true it is, you know? People can value money, or a great career, or family, or anything else, but I think when it comes down to it--and I mean the crux of the crux--that's all it is. I don't think we can really escape it, not even when we're entirely content with ourselves, and satisfied with just living in the world. I guess being content and being happy really are two different things, and it's really up to us to move it from one to the other.

The one thing on my mind today, which perhaps is the reason I'm writing this second post, is that there are only 23 more days till I get to visit a cute boy in Florida. I've been trying not to mention this much because it always makes me embarrassingly giddy and excited. And I'm a serious, serious person. Just not when I"m really looking forward to something that's sure to be a lot of fun.

So anyway, I'm currently in the process of rediscovering old poems and falling in love with them all over again: "I Wish in the City of Your Heart" by Robley Wilson, Wallace Stevens's "The World as Meditation," and "The Man-Moth" by Elizabeth Bishop, to name a few. While I get sick of listening to the same songs all the time on my ipod, I think there are certain poems that I can read again and again without losing interest, and it's impossible to pick out exactly what makes me come back to them each time. These three poems aren't really in that category (I'll save the ones that are for another post), but I adore them anyway.