It Will Be When I am Ready For it To Be

I am in a local coffee shop near my apartment, studying for my final. In the midst of grasping the concepts of Narrative Therapy and Solution Focused Therapy, Stay or leave by Dave Matthews is running through my head. The weather is overcast and I am both reflective and nostalgic. Reality is also sinking in– I am graduating, I am turning 30, I am growing up and I desire life more than ever before. In the midst of accepting that I know nothing but that I am sitting here typing this and that I all I have is the present— I am yearning for fulfillment. It will come and I believe I am finally in a place where I accept that it will be when I am ready for it to be…

 

 

Used Book Find…

Poems are not . . . simply emotions . . . they are experiences. For the sake of a single poem, you must see many cities, many people and things . . . and know the gestures which small flowers make when they open in the morning. You must be able to think back to streets in unknown neighborhoods, to unexpected encounters, and to partings you have long seen coming; to days of childhood whose mystery is still unexplained . . .; to childhood illnesses . . . to mornings by the sea, to the sea itself, to seas, to nights of travel . . . and it is still not enough.

– The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

“…and it is still not enough,” I love Rilke! Found the only novel he wrote at my local used bookstore- Silver Spring Books,today. I yelped in glee when I looked up and saw it!