In Memory of My Feelings...

...is probably my favorite poem. It's by Frank O'Hara, and I'd make a link to it, but it's an epic poem (in the most literary sense of epic) in five parts and they are not all online. If you haven't read it I highly recommend it. The only reason I bring it up is because I leave London in the wee hours of Saturday morning, and the thought of that time rapidly approaching is making me feel pretty nostalgic, but is also making me think of my favorite line from the poem. It goes, "Grace, to be born and live as variously as possible". I think that the line carries such a beautiful sentiment with it - you have such an overwhelming capacity to live your life in so many ways, but there is a divinity in exploring all of your opportunities, all of your identities. Looking back on my semester, London was just an opportunity, another variety of life. And in memory of that, I think I owe it to myself to bring that perspective back home with me. Take advantage of opportunities. Say yes. Live as variously as possible.