I am posting this for tomorrow (even though it's not tomorrow yet). I have come across two things lately I think are really cool. First I STRONGLY recommend you check out this super cool site called "On Being" by the washingtonpost.com.
It contains videos of people talking about their uniqueness. This one is my favorite so far. However, I haven't finished watching them. I subscribed to this on itunes so they will download into my ipod for later viewing. Maybe I can watch them at the dentist office. (if you aren't downloading them in itunes to watch them online you need Flash).
The other cool thing I came across was this inspiremethursdays blogger. She put up this art piece with the poem below integrated into it. I don't know why but I LOVED it! Something about the art combined with deep thoughts. :) Check it out.
621. Written in Northampton County Asylum
I AM! yet what I am who cares, or knows?
My friends forsake me like a memory lost.
I am the self-consumer of my woes;
They rise and vanish, an oblivious host,
Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost. 5
And yet I am—I live—though I am toss'd
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dream,
Where there is neither sense of life, nor joys,
But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem 10
And all that 's dear. Even those I loved the best
Are strange—nay, they are stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man has never trod—
For scenes where woman never smiled or wept—
There to abide with my Creator, God, 15
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Full of high thoughts, unborn. So let me lie,—
The grass below; above, the vaulted sky.
Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
John Clare. 1793–1864