One of my personal favorite poems. It took me back a bit when I first read it in middle school but a lesson that was taught by my mom and reenforced by this poem–
You never know what inner demons a person is losing to unless you are willing to ask.
It’s a sad poem but cautionary tale of the greatest among us are suffering more than we know. Even the so call lease and normal ones. I guess it’s better to actually be a friend than an admirer from afar eh?
Especially in these days of social distancing and isolation.
Here is Edwin Arlington Robinson’s classic called “Richard Cory”
What is it that fuels you? For me it is writing! I love to write about my passions and experiences. Writing is a solace for my soul. I only write scribbles from my heart and hope they'll make sense to you.