There is something eternally uplifting about Walt Whitman, and I am thankful I remembered to bring my copy of Leaves of Grass back with me. There's nothing like a couple of verses to convince me that the world is really quite a fantastic place.
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.
- from Song of the Open Road, arguably the most fabulous poem ever written
May I live in his spirit.
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