Written in 1929 by D.H. Lawrence,this poem holds much meaning for me on this day: Being Alive The only reason for living is being fully alive; And you can’t be fully alive if you are crushed by secret fear, And bullied with the threat: Get money or eat dirt— And forced to do a thousand mean things meaner than your nature, And forced to clutch onto possessions in hope they’ll make you feel safe, And forced to watch everyone that comes near you, lest they’ve come to let you down. Without a bit of common trust in one another, we can’t live. In the end, we go insane. It is the penalty of fear and meanness, being meaner than our natures are. To be alive, you’ve got to feel a generous flow, And under a competitive system, that is impossible, really. The world is waiting for a new great movement of generosity, Or for a great wave of death. We must change the system, and make living free to all men, Or we must see men die, and then die ourselves.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 13:18:54 +0000