Thursday, 25 September 2008

Hoppipolla.

In addition to having multiple personalities defined by different moods on certain days, I have to separate the physical from the mental too, it seems. These two have minds of their own, always wanting different things. The other one wants instant satisfaction and the other doesn't mind the occasional challenge. I want to define myself as the latter but the other one bellows rather loudly at times. 

(This is starting to sound a bit too psychoanalytical for my taste.)

On another note, my strong sense of ambition is back with a roar. To the extent where I've become something similar to a petulant child when I don't get exactly what I want, when I want it. I feel I need to take a step back and consider what it is that I really yearn for, strive for, hope for. Also, for now, I am going to focus on what I know I am good at and what really is the essence of my being. The joyous journey of learning, my education and my natural curiosity. I will not tolerate any disturbance in that department anymore.

I've become a silly little girl.

In fact, I want to remember at this point the most inspirational piece of poetry for me personally, written by Ben Jonson, the English Renaissance poet and writer. This particular piece is written in the remembrance of the great William Shakespeare, considered to be Jonson's rival.

He was not of an age
but for all time,

and though thou hadst 
small Latin
and less Greek,
from thence to honor thee,
I would not seek for names
but call forth
thundering Aeschylus
Euripides
and Sophocles,
to live again
to hear
thy buskin thread

Nature herself
was proud of his designs,
and joyed to wear
the dressing of his lines,
yet I must not give Nature all
thy art,
my gentle Shakespeare,
must enjoy a part,
for though the poet's
matter nature be
his art does give the fashion;
and that he who casts
to write a living line
must sweat,
for a good poet's made
as well as born.

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