Helloooooooooooooooo readers. I trust your week has been good and now the weekend is here!
Honestly there isn’t much to do but somehow I get by. 🙂
Lately, I’ve been feeling bereft, which happens to be the title of a poem written by one of my favourite authors, Robert Frost.
Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and the day was past.
Sombre clouds in the west were massed.
Out on the porch’s sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
The poem describes a night in the life of a lonely man. The title, “Bereft” indicates that he has lost someone, leaving him “ alone” in his life. There is no evidence to suggest that the speaker is either female or male, nor is there any reason to doubt that the poet is the speaker. The speaker is very aware of sounds and movement around him, as one would be if alone. He believes that nature has orchestrated a “sinister tone”, because the secret of his loneliness has been discovered: “ my secret must be known”. It seems to the speaker that nature is taking advantage of his solitude and attempting to intimidate him with its “roaring” winds, its “somber clouds” and its “sagging floor”. The tone that is created at the beginning of the poem is an almost frightening one, as all the details of the dark night are listed.
Although the poem is intended for someone I personally relate it to myself. Being alone opens up ones attention span and thus they are more alert to their surroundings noticing the most trivial things about life. To say I have never completely felt alone would not only be dramatic but false. But grief as it is widely known is followed by wallowing self pity.
Recently in my Neverland, a 19-year old boy, a fresh graduate and newly licensed driver met with an accident which took his life. Not that I was personally acquainted with the guy but I’d seen him around. He was somebody’s son. Somebody’s friend. But that’s just putting it mildy. Truth be told? He was somebody. He had dreams. He had hopes. He had plans. Things he wanted to do. And he wasn’t even given the chance to do that.
So yeah, I’m feeling bereft and also extremely selfish because here I am with my whole life ahead of me. Or a day for all I know.
I used to be obsessed with Archie Comics and although when I look back they were just about the constant love triangle between Archie-Betty-Veronica.( Yes, I always rooted for Betty) The only good thing I picked up was “Carpe Diem” which is Latin for “Seize the day”.
If you do the Maths(which I absolutely despise) one day is equivalent to 24 hours. Wow. A lot can happen in a week let alone a day. You can read 2 books. People are born. People die. You get the picture.
Anthony Robbins puts it quite simply; “Live life fully while you’re here. Experience everything. Take care of yourself and your friends. Have fun, be crazy, be weird. Go out and screw up! You’re going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process. Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes: find the cause of your problem and eliminate it. Don’t try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human.”
It is said that you should not worry about tomorrow because tomorrow has its own worries and with this I wholeheartedly agree. If we had all the time in the world human beings would all have the trait of patience but I think somewhere at the back of our minds we realize that time flies and this builds up anxiety and brings out the humanity in us which is desiring more than we can have or achieve.
But nobody ever said our imagination should be limited. After all, we do have opposable thumbs and the ability to think and strategize. We can achieve anything and everything we set our minds to. We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreparably broken. Remember you only lose the game(yes, life IS a game and a dangerous one too!)when you give up. Life’s too short to even care at all! Play it smart.
Carpe Diem my dear readers.
Seize the day.
You might not get another.
Until next time,