In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “From the Top.”
“LIFE IS NOT A REHEARSAL…EACH STEP IS IMPRO…WHY LONG FOR A CHOICE, WHEN MOMENT TO MOMENT IS RISK…IF YOU ARE IN THE RIGHT SORT OF LIFE, THAT IS”
It is almost a form of cosmic gluttony to say you would want the same life, to live in the same, safe, congenial surroundings with your nice friends and neighbours – a sort-of life-long no-hassle drift. Easy will choose easier and down you go. It is also, on the other hand, cowardice to wish for a life that would be different than this present one – FACE UP TO YOUR COMMITMENTS, FACE YOUR OBSTACLES AND FACE YOURSELF.
From “Song of the Open Road” by Walt Whitman
“Allons! we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling we cannot remain here,
However shelter’d this port and however calm these waters we must not anchor here,
However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted to receive it but a little while.
Allons! the inducements shall be greater,
We will sail pathless and wild seas,
We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the Yankee clipper speeds by under full sail.
Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the elements,
Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem, curiosity;
Allons! from all formules!
From your formules, O bat-eyed and materialistic priests.
The stale cadaver blocks up the passage—the burial waits no longer.
Allons! yet take warning!
He traveling with me needs the best blood, thews, endurance,
None may come to the trial till he or she bring courage and health,
Come not here if you have already spent the best of yourself,
Only those may come who come in sweet and determin’d bodies,
No diseas’d person, no rum-drinker or venereal taint is permitted here.
(I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes,
We convince by our presence.)
Listen! I will be honest with you,
I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes,
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is call’d riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,”
Wishing you all hope in your aspirations and efforts…..Nigel.