• Afraid of color! If you’re anything like me, you’ve spent about 90% of your …

    View Post
  • Have you ever felt like something was holding you back? Like there was a chain …

    View Post
  • “As I walk out of the shower, I push my bedroom door open and head …

    View Post
  • THE MOST PLEASANT STAY!    After a rough first day in Paris we finally arrived …

    View Post

    O Me! O Life!
    Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
    Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
    Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
    Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
    Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
    Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
    The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

    That you are here—that life exists and identity,
    That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

                                                                                  BY WALT WHITMAN



    Looking for Something?