|A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:|
|Its loveliness increases; it will never|
|Pass into nothingness; but still will keep|
|A bower quiet for us, and a sleep|
|Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
“Endymion” – John Keats
He died at the age of 25. What a tragic life. And yet, what beauty he has contributed to our world.
I would say i am settling in now. Settling in to what has been and what will be. i am waiting for fall to creep in and tap her fingers on my window, asking me to come out and play. it’s funny, this process that happens, of consciously settling into my own self and becoming more confident and comfortable in my own skin. it’s funny that God ordained all this to happen as i stepped into 30. Five years ago, i would never have imagined it of myself. But five years ago, i was also in a very different place, struggling with very different things.
i saw the movie ‘bright star’ last night, about john keats’ tragic-yet-beautiful love affair with his next-door neighbor, fanny brawne.
true love is so painful. and yet, true love is the source of so much pleasure. i think all of us have a hunger and a desire for such a love. and yet, how sad it is that we can never achieve that on our own… with our broken relationships. but there is a love which has redeemed us.
a thing of beauty. a joy forever.