“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.” – William Wordsworth


“Poetry is the …

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“You have to go through the struggles to get to success and happiness ; if there were no struggles, no one would be truly happy and successful.” – Jonathan Taylor

Today, whether I was at work or at home, I felt as though I finally learned something from many of the struggles in my life. Something essential…

Currently, I have a job I do not particularly care for but it does keep my brain busy and pay the bills. As an ICC, I get to use my communication, organization, and problem-solving skills in a variety of ways. One of the downsides is that it is not very artistic or creative; however I do express that part of myself here. Other downsides are my persistent forgetfulness, lack of sleep, and almost constant micromanagement. When I think I’m about to crack, it’s like a second skin grew where I would normally complain or be less cognizant. Those bills are a regular obstacle to tackle. We all know this well. When I do, it feels good to provide a resolution even for a short time. Maybe my heart became two times larger…

Finding myself looking forward quite a bit, the struggles don’t define me as much anymore. My sister, my friends stand as reminders. Hopefully a change for the future will be a significant increase in interaction. The occasional phone call only does so much.

While I envy those with the means and passion to realize their dreams (especially in the Liberal Arts), I am at a place where a light is visible from my end of the tunnel.

Bye for now, KS.

O Me! O Life! (Poem) By Walt Whitman

Oh me! Oh life!

of the questions of these recurring,

Of the endless trains of the faithless,

of cities fill’d with the foolish,

Of myself forever reproaching myself,

(for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)

Of eyes that vainly crave the light,

of the objects mean,

of the struggle ever renew’d,

Of the poor results of all,

of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,

Of the empty and useless years of the rest,

with the rest me intertwined,

The question,

O me! so sad, recurring — What good amid these,

O me, O life?


That you are here — that life exists and identity,

That the powerful play goes on,

and you may contribute a verse.