Many times I studied the carved stone that I have:
a boat with sails furled, in a port.
In reality this is not my destination But my life
.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, and I was afraid;
ambition called me, and I dreaded the chances.
Despite all the while I hungered for meaning in life.
And now I know that
must lift the sail And catch the winds of destiny Wherever they drive the boat
.
give meaning to life can lead to madness
But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire
-
is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
Edgar Lee Masters "Spoon River Anthology"
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