first blog. ever.

someone influenced me to create a blog. i have been meaning to create one, but i just never got around to it. i guess today was the day that changed.

I stumbled across this poem, and it really speaks to me.



Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossoms
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze;
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from 'you are', that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.

By Pablo Neruda.



Enough said.