I read that poem to my sister when she was dying of cancer in 1996. She said that was her favorite poem. She fought the good fight! I placed a copy of it at her grave with her flowers. She was just 48. Miss you, Ginny. 💔
Everytime I start thinking about giving up on my dreams for some reasons, I see a signs that make me wanna dream bigger and your comment at this moment is a sign. Thank you.~
@@bentrider Everyone decides for themselves. Someone needs to travel the world to be happy, and so they travel the world. Someone wants to dedicate their life to art, and so they dedicate their life to art. Someone wishes to start a family, and so they do just that. As long as your decisions won't harm other people, do whatever you want to. The only standards you have to live up to are your own.
@@dbrad5197 precisely. Most such poems are dedicated to the principles of what constitutes living. This one simply flips everything onto your death and the Q it asks can only be answered by reflecting how you are currently living your life and therefore that will determine how you died: with no regrets and having fought for the best life you possibly could have or alternatively beaten into submission and perhaps afraid to have taken or made those opportunities which ultimately means you died not really having lived.
I died daring. I stood up when I was tired, I tried when I couldn’t do, I gave of myself when I had spare, and I loved how I wanted to love. I died living my life the way I wanted to. An intellectual, and a man of the earth. A poet, destroyer, builder, lover, chef, cleaner, helper, and dreamer. I will never regret what I did, only what I didn’t do. But, I died, and I did it while daring to try.
I died the first time, back in the summer of 1963, when my dad came out to the street where I was playing ball and said, "She's kicking me out." The roof, the sky and the world caved in on me. Then I died a second time on 19 January 1995, when my brother's girlfriend called me at work and told me that my best friend had dropped dead from a heart attack in Thomasville, Georgia. Thank God for Jesus ...
well put i had 1 last week due to being a dick on medecation mix ,an wine . that said im only takind 1 lot now we all need to keep fighting fit mentally steady wins
This found it's way to me in the time I am in most need. I have been down depressed and frankly suicidal for about a year now. I have let the world beat me down and I just stood there and took it like a coward. Why did I not rise up? Why did I not fight? As much as every ounce of my being is saying run away, this one single poem has given me the strength to say you know what life it's mine and I'm taken it back. No more letting the world control me and back me down to the ground. From this point in I might fall, but death will be the only thing keeping me there. I will rise up and battle my demons. I will tell the world fvck you. I needed this so much right now. I am sitting in my psychiatrist office right now waiting and trying not to cry. I will be strong.
I am so overwhelmed by your comment and want you to know that as a mother of a son who committed suicide (2 years ago this Thanksgiving) I'm extremely moved that you are getting help and that you can see the light at the end of tunnel. Be kind to yourself, allow loved ones in for support, remember that death isn't reversible and even though you might feel unloved, you are loved. you are a part of the human race and each one of us shares a responbilty and the experience in each other's birth, life and death. I am sending virtual hugs and love to you and prayers 💝
@@sharyng261 thank you for your kind words. Sometimes it takes a complete stranger to put things in perspective for you. I am truly sorry for the loss of your son, I cannot even begin to imagine the pain of loosing a child. It hurts my heart just to think about it. And I never want anyone to hurt for me that way. My mom took her life about 4 years ago. We were not close but it still affected my quite a bit. I know as long as I keep getting help it will get better. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. ❤️❤️❤️
Is success the true meaning of life? Successful people haven´t got an hour a day for themselves, and sadly neither for their relatives and kids, they are slaves to their own goals. Do they deserve respect? SURE! But should we all live in that way? Chasing money and fame? I don´t think so.
@ Your post was indeed noteworthy and I believe that I will remember it for a long time. I find it one of the ironies of life that we generally come to such conclusions later in life. Yet, most of us think we have life figured out if we become "successful" by society's standards. I forget who said it, but it goes something like this "do what you love and you will never work a day in your life". I would have liked to have found that a lot earlier. ;-D
I thank you. That stoic quote video changed my life. My whole life I want to climb a mountain but the whole world was always against me (work, school, family.) But this year I climb my mountain.
Why parents give birth to children to stuck untill ntill death for their self and security .parents are actually enemy to their children.email no debsankar312@gmail.com
Please read this poem i wrote once in my hard times. You have the most beautiful voice ive ever heard. Look up there, the thing that shines Legend says , that its a shrine Filled with solace and divine That is where the supremes have dined And is a place where no one whines But the path to it lies from only there Look at the flower at its gate So pretty and fair Cause they are meant to attract not scare Thus , they get in there with a dewy charm Thinking this flowery path wont do no harm They being naive, soon were surprised That it was nothing but a disguise They first saw the darkening of skies Then the bird named fear who flies Above their heads and it cries; That the decision to walk through it was unwise But some of them pick up a spear To kill that bird named fear And even in this dark, they cheer No matter how worse this air get drear And when they pass through the hell for that light They climb up the stone of triumph and they rise Shouting from there; "we got here through the path called life"
This touched something deep inside me. Got teary eyed to be honest. I hope everyone here reach their inner dreams and goals, and never giving up on them.
My father left this world in the arms of my mother 07-24-21 at 4:05 pm they would have been married 66 years September 3! To see my father take his last breath in the arms of my mother I will never forget! My father’s mission in life was to share the good news about Jesus and the hope that he had in him! I thank God we serve a living God who is alive and in control! Till we meet at Jesus feet, bye Pop
This rings so true to me. I fell hard because of a nasty little pill addiction, but I faced it and refused to hide in shame. I came back to life my oldself and haven't looked back. No shame in falling the shame comes in staying down.
Keep fighting , remember once your in a place that you can ..... Help someone . I've been clean for going on 9 yrs . Addiction is no joke , it's started with Vicodin and percs ( I kept telling myself I ain't a pill head ) .....shit gets a grip .
Many float through life never considering that they will die. Never realizing that everything they do makes their legacy. Don't be like other people. Live each day knowing it may your last. Enjoy life, but don't use that as an excuse to become lazy. Learn, grow, experience, feel. Become what you admire most. And when all is said and done and you breath your last breath, you can hold your head high knowing you lived a good life, and died a good death
His life has ended but nay, not in vain. Nay, not for our sadness and mourning but for our future. Your brother has sacrificed what life and longevity he had remaining to send/give a beautiful legacy to us. Let us be grateful, let us be thankful for he gave his life... for the better of mankind. As a Ukrainian, I thank you.
This has always been my favorite poem. I read this to my daughter over and over, while she was growing up. She loved it, even at 6 years old she would beg me to read it, along with The Spider and the Fly. She knows both by heart now and she's 26 yrs old. It's one of the most powerful poems... life is more significant than death!!!
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”; “WoW! What an experience!” 🖖
Live fast, die young, leave a pretty corpse. Was my moto for the longest time. Now I'm 62 and wished I'd taken better care of myself. No regrets, above ground with no complaints Blessings
Old Dudes Wisdom - Life requires Wisdom Channel My good friend Keith used to say the same thing....He died suddenly at 52 having had a great life! ✌🏻🙏🏼🇬🇧
I loved poetry and the story! Now that I am old and have one foot in the grave , I search myself very often , not afraid of dying ,,not afraid of unknown . When was young were virtues and religious, now no moor religion and when you old nobody wants you ,so no big deal if you are virtues. I am ready to go any time ,and had great life.
Few people write like this today. They are not willing to face the bad with a smile. I live with constant pain and sleep is hard to find but I still thank God for what I have and smile more than I cry. Love this poem! 😉🥰🙏🏻🙏🏾☝🏻☺️
My poems.. your comments are important.. Let the world be ours one day In the same way Without the form of how to whom love Without fear of "suddenly know" - let the world be ours one day ... The love that arises in a mixture of colors One day is not enough to catch the ball Caught in women's hair One day is enough if it is not thrown aside. But in my opinion, on the beach Hugged each other Words we can't say Tired of each other .. Mornings - crying in the question of the past- At night - closing his eyes in someone else's arms The red wine-loving woman is waiting I don't think it's over or down. Let the world be ours one day .. Inside, young people cursing every day I do not want to see the corners of the walls As a person who has not been able to find an answer to the question of why for 7 years I sit face to face with my life every night I look at myself as if I remember myself ... Like a rainbow in a mixture of colors As a 17-year-old girl Like the gray of the streets Like the blue of the sea Like the black and white of people In the same way Let the world be ours one day ..
The first time happened, well.almost in work accident ,actually a blessing , brought me much closer to.God . The second time however ,emotionally that one hurt more than my busted leg. Taught me a bigger lesson in regards to love. Or what.true love is many lose themselves from.that concept. Feel as if love is based on material goods. I feel it has to do with love somone even.when they are at their lowest.point.. they have nothing to give you in return. You chose to stay by their side regardless . That's love.
I lived my life “on the road less traveled” I made my own path and made numerous mistakes that cost me...but my only sorrow was hurting someone I loved. I have tried to Not be selfish or allow hubris control my life. But I lived my life pretty much full tilt. I should have died many times but alas, I’m still here, an ole man, in the twighlight of my life - my days numbered. I welcome the sun 🌞 bc I know soon I will enter complete darkness...my atoms retuning to the Star 💫 nurseries,to form new stars. I know my mother, daughter, and my precious grandma Anderson and Aunt Jean, are all there to welcome me.
I’m no psychic but I don’t need to be to see that I have no further, at least not one worth looking forward too. I’m walking on a highway to nowhere. I am a survivor of childhood cancer, you think I’d be happy about it right? Now don’t get me wrong at first I was but that’s only because I didn’t realize yet what I’d lost I didn’t realize I’d lost apart of myself somewhere along the way. I lost the kind hearted happy child I used to be and without him I’ve felt lost and alone inside and have been looking through the darkness of my past trying to find him and I wonder if he’ll ever forgive me for losing him there. Now it is said “Within the core of each of us is the child we once were. This child constitutes the foundation of what we have become, who we are, and what we will be” -Rhawn Joseph. If I’ve lost that inner child what does that mean for me? ( I know talking in third person is a weird way to put it but it’s the best way I know to describe how i feel ) I started my fight at 5 years old I and thought I’d won 7 years later after I turned 11 but turned out I’d only won the battle but not the war. For the past 10 years I’ve been wondering why it even had to happen to me, It caused me almost nothing but misery an yet stranger still is I actually miss having it, I miss going to the cancer care clinic , I miss getting my treatments, i miss spending time in the hospital what does that say about me dose it make me weird? There are also some times where I just feel frustrated or irritated and I don’t know why which just makes me angrier, and on the complete other end of the scale one time I felt so low that it quite honestly scared of what I might do. I know my mother, sisters and the rest of my family cares, but sometimes it feels like they care more for the me they want me to be rather than the me I am and that especially goes for my father. Oh my father there’s so much more I could go on about him too and how he played an still plays a role in my depression for example he often acts as though any mistakes I make are done intentionally but he’s a product of his time and environment as am I, I guess So I suppose he’s not entirely to blame but it’s still hard to deal with him. But he and they don’t really understand how I feel even if I tried to tell them about it, how could they truly understand they didn’t experience it they way I did. Then again they probably had an entirely different kind of experience from their end that I couldn’t understand. It’s only been the last few years that I fell into my depression or that I’ve come to realize anyway. An I’ve begun to think “I shouldn’t even have survived after all” that way I’d be free of this depressing sadness in my heart. Why I’d I live I’m not good at anything, I have no friends anymore and not even sure I ever really did, I thought I had friends once but because I was different they become more like low level bullies if you know what I mean, and the friends I might have had left I haven’t seen or heard from them in years since I moved. An I’m not the smartest I was never the greatest student, I’m not even that strong, what can I offer the world? I can’t even remember the last time I was genuinely happy an sure I’ll get a chuckle now an then but the feeling never lasts long it’s like lighting a match in the middle of a dark room an watching the moment burn away I do come across the occasional candle though. There where so many children who don’t and didn’t survive and any one of them would have been better off being given the life that I was spared. An I doubt I’ll ever find love because of my flawed personality so what is left for me to live for I’ve got nothing left. Also my doctors have told me that my cancer could come back or I could get sick again in other ways, low odds but still I’ll forever live with that in the back of my mind. An it’s not like I WANT to die to end my pain but I also don’t want to keep living like this anymore. It feels like my strength is waning, like my will is weakening as each year passes so it may only be a matter of time before I reach the end of the road. There’s so much more I could go on about or have explained better but I’ve gone on long enough I’m not looking for pity just getting it off my chest if only temporary to anyone who wants listen. An sometimes I wish I could start over again correct all my mistakes make better decisions keep friendships, try harder in school even though I’m a bit of slow learner on my own but who knows if this new life would actually be any better than the old one I’d essentially be erasing the current me..... sure Id probably lead a significantly better life in the short run. On the other hand I am who I am today because of the trials and tribulations I went through an would it be worth it to throw all that away. Another thing is I’d be hard if not impossible to forget my feelings of the previous incarnation of myself to let go of the hate, loneliness, sadness left inside me. Sure I haven’t had the easiest life thus far but it also hasn’t been the worst.....or has it, see when I think about it I don’t know where the line is between the telling the truth and telling an over exaggeration and is there even a line to begin with? I also came to learn early on that just because you show someone else kindness doesn’t always mean they’ll show you the same respect an kindness in return which is why I am often on guard to protect myself. I know that means I may sometimes come off as rude. I welcome any thoughts and advice you have to offer me. An If you’ve read up to this point I thank you for taking the time to listen me ramble an If there is a god I ask again why did this have to happen to me or anyone else for that matter especially for children. Finally if and that’s a big IF I ever find a partner and am able to be rescued from my darkness with their help or on my own someday, heaven help me should anything like this happen to any child I may have in the future because I honestly don’t know how I’d be able to handle it. I also hope that I’d even be a good enough parent for my children that I wouldn’t let them down, that I could be a father they can look up too, that I’d be able to help provide not only the things they need but the things they need to accomplish the goals they want. This is not the kind of person that I wanted to become I know that my younger self would be greatly disappointed in me because I had high hopes for the future as a kid nothing outlandish but a good happy future nonetheless. I know my problems would seem vastly insufficient when compared to others in the world, I’m not blind to that simple fact. I also feel as though I’m emotionally stuck in my past, my heart can’t seem to escape it. I don’t know if it’s just because of my current state or because I long for my childhood where I was happy or perhaps it’s because of the childhood I was robbed of, the life I didn’t get to lead. Sure my childhood wasn’t normal in fact it was down right rough at times yet there where happier times I actually can remember but they are far and few between. I know it’s impossible but if I could I would want to make amends with all the friends I once had when I was younger, and hopefully they would accept my apology for pushing them away. (2020) The ghosts of my past have finally shown themselves, they tried and failed to take my vision from me. which means if they succeed I would no longer be in metaphorical darkness but literal darkness but just like my battle with cancer there’s damage left behind. Here’s a quote to leave off with that kind of explains this Dorothy Rowe- “Depression is a prison where you are both the suffering prisoner and the cruel jailer” an unless you’ve gone through cancer of some kind you probably wouldn’t know what it is truly like but I guess you already knew that out without me having to tell you and I hope you or your loved ones never have to experience such pain. Stay safe, stay kind and most importantly stay happy. Anyway I’ve started to ramble again my apologize I’ve taken enough of your time this evening thanks again for taking the time to listen to some nobody. Good night- stranger
You’ve got a strong spirit bro. What you went through is beyond any trying trial and tribulation. Keep moving forward, i feel sick at myself when im fussing about my issues when it’s nothing like yours. you’re an inspiration. I have nothing but admiration for people like you who fought hard against that. You’re deserving of all the good things coming to you.
There’s something about his voice.. that draws me in like a magnet.. he has a golden voice! ..and the poem is gold too. What do you call it when you find so many golds at once? It’s a goldmine!
Dear God thank you for bringing me here today. It can only be you. I have needed these words for a while now. I have shamefully been weak although I am cut from the cloth of strength. But today I have been touched by God. My restoration has finally come. Through these words.
I found this at a time I was just coming out of a 6-year battle of anger, bitterness, and depression. Shane Morris, I could listen to you read the dictionary. Thank you for this. I listen to it at least a few times a week.
Thanks man i totally need this..i've been procrastinating for weeks now having no energy to do stuff and this gave that spark for me to continue my goals
I have done everything I set out to do as a child. My dreams as a kid were far out of reach, so I thought... 30 years later, I have found that I completed everything that little boy dreamed I’d be... now, I can barley walk some days, I battle in my mind of the things I saw, and the things I had to do in the name of freedom for my country... today I found it hard to enjoy my family because of the pain in my body and mind.... but I’d rather be dammed than to say “I wish I could of done it all different” this man will go to the grave, singing and shouting “ this is the day the lord has made, I will rejoice and be glade in it” a men!!!!!!!
Had 33 seconds without a heartbeat as I was on the final stretch from septicaemia. I knew I was dying when it got to that point, I was shutting down and was ridiculously angry about being beat by this infection, I was angry about all the things I'd never get to do, people I'd never see again, promises I'd not be able to keep. I would have died angry if the resuscitation failed and the antibiotics hadn't worked. The consultant cardiologist is convinced that my angered emotional state and willingness to fight would have had a positive endocrine response through adrenaline release. This poem captures the essence of that human willingness to survive or go down fighting.
We had an old tomcat in our shop. He was a stray who showed up one day and offered his services as a mouser for room and board. After a few months he seemed weaker. We didn't know what was wrong with him at first, but then we noticed we didn't have a rodent problem anymore. He had lost his purpose yet no longer had a desire to move on to new hunting grounds. So we started hunting him around the shop with Nerf guns and dangling raw meat just outta his reach. We also got these big egg laying ducks that he would get in fights with. He lived for another coupla years.
@November Reign keep on fighting brother, you sound like you're getting good at fighting as you wouldn't be here otherwise. End stage organ failure, what organs are we talking about? I had heart failure with 30% ejection fraction, fully recovered now, renal failure with about 6% residual kidney function, ischemic stroke with no motor skill impairment thankfully, and partial vision loss in left eye but nothing disabling. Worst part was needing dialysis 3 days per week, 4 hrs per day, for 3 years until I got a transplant which is going well. You keep on fighting. Best regards.
THE HUMAN SPIRIT IS STRONGER THAN THE PHYSICAL BODY, I HAVE BEEN TO HELL AND BACK AND THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS ME ALIVE AGAINST ALL ODDS AND ALONE IN THIS WORLD....ANGER...ANGER AND RAGE KEPT ME ALIVE.
Poem reminds me of my grandma so much she was a fighter true inspiration. She told me she didn't know what it was to be depressed. This from a woman which was molested repeatedly as a child but still knew tomorrow was another day and it wasn't her fault. She ended up marrying a wonderful man my grandpa who cherished her for 70 years of marriage. She once told me you could succumb to the pain or you could stand through the rain. Her strength gave me the strength when after being electrocuted the doctors told me I shaved about 15 years off my life which means I will be lucky to see 65 I am currently 57 and have suffered two heart attacks but I am still here. If I don't make it past 65 that is fine 2 years ago I said goodbye I learned we all will die and I have faced it the scariest thing his saying goodbye to everybody it's not the dying. Well that's enough I have a life to live even if it's only for a few more years or even just a day. If I were to change one line or one word of this poem it would not be how did you die but why did you die. Make sure your life has meaning otherwise you're wasted your time here. Do something bold
The narrator voice sounds like my father's voice. Who's no more in this world but in our hearts. Got the message of his passing this morning and tonight I find myself here.. Thank you for such an awesome channel. 🙏🏾
@November Reign it doesn't really matter because nothing really matters in the grand scheme of things. We are nothing more than dust particles blowing in the wind. Eventually we will all return from whence we came. Nobody or nothing will ever remember us after a certain amount of time. Nothing really matters!!
I'm going to run for a city council election next months and this poem inspired me. That even that a may lose running and do my best with my good intentions of improving my city is still noble
@@PaperRaines I am! I'm definitely doing better and have grown from where I was. It wasn't easy, with my fair share of ups and downs, but what matters the most is not giving up, no matter what you face.
Thank you for sharing your truly amazing story of strength and believe in yourself.It has been a blessing to sit quietly in the knowledge that life is worth holding on to and you have kindly given me that core of hope to never give up but stretch out and move forward,it’s worth trying isn’t it? 🙏
Almost 2 years I said I’m going to follow my dreams in hopes that life catches up…. A better decision I couldn’t have made. I stopped being a Butcher of 22 years and started photography…… Thank You God 🙏
This poem kept me alive in the darkest time of my life. I found it by accident, and it just hit me in the core and made me realize I want to die an honorable death, and not a death from loneliness and sadness.
And just where are we going when we leave this life? And how did you come to that conclusion? Do you really believe what you heard? Is that an absolute or is it just something you chose to believe?
This channel has become a huge part of my healing. I'm so happy I found this. Thank you from my entire heart and soul for creating this beautiful channel.
I read that poem to my sister when she was dying of cancer in 1996. She said that was her favorite poem. She fought the good fight!
I placed a copy of it at her grave with her flowers. She was just 48.
Miss you, Ginny. 💔
Thanks to the person who read this. It was so appreciated 💞
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Sorry to hear that
''Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live''
Yes. Choose to love always. ☀️💛😇
How true…
True
Holy Sh!t that line is deep🥺
“The anticipation of death is worse than death itself.”
- Steven Seagal
Most people take their dreams to the graveyard. Don't let that be you
Never. I promise.
This is deep!
I wont. I will succeed i will overcome
Everytime I start thinking about giving up on my dreams for some reasons, I see a signs that make me wanna dream bigger and your comment at this moment is a sign.
Thank you.~
@@astrophile6766 never give up brother dreams are all we have
"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough."
--Mae West
@@bentrider you decide it yourself. ♥️
@@bentrider Everyone decides for themselves. Someone needs to travel the world to be happy, and so they travel the world. Someone wants to dedicate their life to art, and so they dedicate their life to art. Someone wishes to start a family, and so they do just that. As long as your decisions won't harm other people, do whatever you want to. The only standards you have to live up to are your own.
It is actually a quote by the Stoic philosopher Lucius Annaeus Seneca.
@@bentrider I think we know we've done "right" if people are better for our having been there. We know it when we see it.
Just as there are not enough seconds in the day;
There is not enough life to live in a hundred lifetimes.
-michael
some one else might argue : How did you live ?
as Oscar wild said "To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."
The way I interpreted that was the way you are when you die is determined by the way you lived.
Did you die satisfied or full of regrets.
To me its the same thing only now I smile a knowing smile.
@@dbrad5197 precisely. Most such poems are dedicated to the principles of what constitutes living. This one simply flips everything onto your death and the Q it asks can only be answered by reflecting how you are currently living your life and therefore that will determine how you died: with no regrets and having fought for the best life you possibly could have or alternatively beaten into submission and perhaps afraid to have taken or made those opportunities which ultimately means you died not really having lived.
@@moominmay well said.
Then go exist. Living is much more fun .
Words don't this this justice, the poem is a classic, but the crack and timbre in the speakers voice, touch in a powerful way.
Agreed, superb delivery.
Very true
Dont’t “do” this .... But I agree 100% 👍
3:30 am Powerfully I question........
Why don't i see these types of poems in my school literature.
I died daring. I stood up when I was tired, I tried when I couldn’t do, I gave of myself when I had spare, and I loved how I wanted to love. I died living my life the way I wanted to. An intellectual, and a man of the earth. A poet, destroyer, builder, lover, chef, cleaner, helper, and dreamer. I will never regret what I did, only what I didn’t do. But, I died, and I did it while daring to try.
I died the first time, back in the summer of 1963, when my dad came out to the street where I was playing ball and said, "She's kicking me out." The roof, the sky and the world caved in on me. Then I died a second time on 19 January 1995, when my brother's girlfriend called me at work and told me that my best friend had dropped dead from a heart attack in Thomasville, Georgia. Thank God for Jesus ...
"Be proud of your blackened eye". No fighter ever is ashamed of a battle scar
Badge of Courage
well put i had 1 last week due to being a dick on medecation mix ,an wine . that said im only takind 1 lot now we all need to keep fighting fit mentally steady wins
Unless he was humiliated by it...
exactly, I hate these times of cowards though. front line is where it's at
Matus Dubrava that’s what hopefully the poem changes. Turning fear into faith. Turning belief into conviction.
Ik I’m not the only one who finds this voice soothing 🙂.. I can listen to it all day
Me too
It's now going to become my alma marta...
Me, too!!
The person reciting this enhances the experience several times. Thanks
His voice is just amazing. I could listen to him read a furniture catalogue and not get bored lol
@@ragnar97 I can relate 😂
@@ragnar97 Indeed!
Listen to alone by Edgar Allan Poe read by TOM O’ BEDLAM or if I could tell you why by WH AUDEN
This found it's way to me in the time I am in most need. I have been down depressed and frankly suicidal for about a year now. I have let the world beat me down and I just stood there and took it like a coward. Why did I not rise up? Why did I not fight? As much as every ounce of my being is saying run away, this one single poem has given me the strength to say you know what life it's mine and I'm taken it back. No more letting the world control me and back me down to the ground. From this point in I might fall, but death will be the only thing keeping me there. I will rise up and battle my demons. I will tell the world fvck you. I needed this so much right now. I am sitting in my psychiatrist office right now waiting and trying not to cry. I will be strong.
I am so overwhelmed by your comment and want you to know that as a mother of a son who committed suicide (2 years ago this Thanksgiving) I'm extremely moved that you are getting help and that you can see the light at the end of tunnel. Be kind to yourself, allow loved ones in for support, remember that death isn't reversible and even though you might feel unloved, you are loved. you are a part of the human race and each one of us shares a responbilty and the experience in each other's birth, life and death. I am sending virtual hugs and love to you and prayers 💝
@@sharyng261 thank you for your kind words. Sometimes it takes a complete stranger to put things in perspective for you. I am truly sorry for the loss of your son, I cannot even begin to imagine the pain of loosing a child. It hurts my heart just to think about it. And I never want anyone to hurt for me that way. My mom took her life about 4 years ago. We were not close but it still affected my quite a bit. I know as long as I keep getting help it will get better. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. ❤️❤️❤️
@@chaospxnda you are so very welcome. You continue to be in my thoughts and prayers. Hugs
@@chaospxnda thinking of you, sending hugs 🤗🤗
@@sharyng261 hugs for you too hon. Hope your day is going well. Don't sweat the small stuff. You are in charge of your own destiny. ❤️
Right poem at the right time!
I don't think poetry has ever touched me so deeply. What a great message! What a great voice!
Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
You can do it, Video Monks.
Is success the true meaning of life? Successful people haven´t got an hour a day for themselves, and sadly neither for their relatives and kids, they are slaves to their own goals. Do they deserve respect? SURE! But should we all live in that way? Chasing money and fame? I don´t think so.
@ .great post!
What is succes? And why do you need it? Is it Because you where told this is happiness!!!
@ Your post was indeed noteworthy and I believe that I will remember it for a long time. I find it one of the ironies of life that we generally come to such conclusions later in life. Yet, most of us think we have life figured out if we become "successful" by society's standards. I forget who said it, but it goes something like this "do what you love and you will never work a day in your life". I would have liked to have found that a lot earlier. ;-D
Thank GOD I’m going home when I die!!! Amen
“...But to lie there, that’s disgrace.”
That line gives me chills.
Same.
Time to stand up again.
I thank you. That stoic quote video changed my life. My whole life I want to climb a mountain but the whole world was always against me (work, school, family.) But this year I climb my mountain.
RyzToPower Let NOTHING stop you✌️!
Ego said to soul " Go away we have no need of you " . Soul unblinking.....smiled in silence and shed a tear .
I'm spellbound. God knows, I needed this poem right now.
Same here
Why parents give birth to children to stuck untill ntill death for their self and security .parents are actually enemy to their children.email no debsankar312@gmail.com
I hear you all the way in South Africa. I needed this now
Definitely with you Deb😔
Hey i feel the same , I needed that peom at this exact time in my life
Please read this poem i wrote once in my hard times. You have the most beautiful voice ive ever heard.
Look up there, the thing that shines
Legend says , that its a shrine
Filled with solace and divine
That is where the supremes have dined
And is a place where no one whines
But the path to it lies from only there
Look at the flower at its gate
So pretty and fair
Cause they are meant to attract not scare
Thus , they get in there with a dewy charm
Thinking this flowery path wont do no harm
They being naive, soon were surprised
That it was nothing but a disguise
They first saw the darkening of skies
Then the bird named fear who flies
Above their heads and it cries;
That the decision to walk through it was unwise
But some of them pick up a spear
To kill that bird named fear
And even in this dark, they cheer
No matter how worse this air get drear
And when they pass through the hell for that light
They climb up the stone of triumph and they rise
Shouting from there; "we got here through the path called life"
Thanks
Enjoyed your writings
Amazing!
Nice!!
Brilliant
This touched something deep inside me. Got teary eyed to be honest. I hope everyone here reach their inner dreams and goals, and never giving up on them.
And many die a thousand deaths before they actually do die.
I think the old saying goes "A coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave just one".
Toastymarket
I feel like those two have different meanings though
Some never truly live. Always seeking approval from others.
The valiant taste of death but once
Ceaser: " A coward will die a thousand deaths, but the valiant never taste of death, but once."
My father left this world in the arms of my mother 07-24-21 at 4:05 pm they would have been married 66 years September 3! To see my father take his last breath in the arms of my mother I will never forget! My father’s mission in life was to share the good news about Jesus and the hope that he had in him! I thank God we serve a living God who is alive and in control! Till we meet at Jesus feet, bye Pop
Life is a journey, every journey has an end. The end gives the journey meaning.
This rings so true to me. I fell hard because of a nasty little pill addiction, but I faced it and refused to hide in shame. I came back to life my oldself and haven't looked back. No shame in falling the shame comes in staying down.
I feel you
You re amazing.🤗
May god bless and path the way to a higher existence. Bless you family ❤️🕊🤟🏽💕✝️🙌✨
@@niquoleramos9709 God bless.🤗
Keep fighting , remember once your in a place that you can ..... Help someone . I've been clean for going on 9 yrs . Addiction is no joke , it's started with Vicodin and percs ( I kept telling myself I ain't a pill head ) .....shit gets a grip .
Many float through life never considering that they will die. Never realizing that everything they do makes their legacy. Don't be like other people. Live each day knowing it may your last. Enjoy life, but don't use that as an excuse to become lazy. Learn, grow, experience, feel. Become what you admire most. And when all is said and done and you breath your last breath, you can hold your head high knowing you lived a good life, and died a good death
Amazing voice. Thank you, Shane Morris, for reading that great poem.
Wow. Just wow. Thank you for constantly exposing me to greatness and inspiring me to do better
Lost my brother in Ukraine recently, he went there by choice to help people in need.
This poem makes it easier to deal with.
Thank you.
There is no greater love and courage in this life than to risk it for others, especially those you do not know.
His life has ended but nay, not in vain. Nay, not for our sadness and mourning but for our future. Your brother has sacrificed what life and longevity he had remaining to send/give a beautiful legacy to us. Let us be grateful, let us be thankful for he gave his life... for the better of mankind. As a Ukrainian, I thank you.
This has always been my favorite poem. I read this to my daughter over and over, while she was growing up. She loved it, even at 6 years old she would beg me to read it, along with The Spider and the Fly. She knows both by heart now and she's 26 yrs old. It's one of the most powerful poems... life is more significant than death!!!
My Irish mother used to read me The Spider and the Fly when I was young. Just found this profound poem and I'm entranced.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”; “WoW! What an experience!” 🖖
So True, Thank You
Live fast, die young, leave a pretty corpse. Was my moto for the longest time. Now I'm 62 and wished I'd taken better care of myself. No regrets, above ground with no complaints
Blessings
Old Dudes Wisdom - Life requires Wisdom Channel My good friend Keith used to say the same thing....He died suddenly at 52 having had a great life! ✌🏻🙏🏼🇬🇧
Well said
your wings need amendments to constitute your flight every last stitch.
I loved poetry and the story! Now that I am old and have one foot in the grave , I search myself very often , not afraid of dying ,,not afraid of unknown . When was young were virtues and religious, now no moor religion and when you old nobody wants you ,so no big deal if you are virtues. I am ready to go any time ,and had great life.
Ended up crying. Beautiful.
Few people write like this today. They are not willing to face the bad with a smile. I live with constant pain and sleep is hard to find but I still thank God for what I have and smile more than I cry.
Love this poem! 😉🥰🙏🏻🙏🏾☝🏻☺️
My poems.. your comments are important..
Let the world be ours one day
In the same way
Without the form of how to whom love
Without fear of "suddenly know" -
let the world be ours one day ...
The love that arises in a mixture of colors
One day is not enough to catch the ball
Caught in women's hair
One day is enough if it is not thrown aside.
But in my opinion, on the beach
Hugged each other
Words we can't say
Tired of each other ..
Mornings - crying in the question of the past-
At night - closing his eyes in someone else's arms
The red wine-loving woman is waiting
I don't think it's over or down.
Let the world be ours one day ..
Inside, young people cursing every day
I do not want to see the corners of the walls
As a person who has not been able to find an answer to the question of why for 7 years
I sit face to face with my life every night
I look at myself as if I remember myself ...
Like a rainbow in a mixture of colors
As a 17-year-old girl
Like the gray of the streets
Like the blue of the sea
Like the black and white of people
In the same way
Let the world be ours one day ..
whoever reciting the poetry, please recite thousands of poems. I can listen to you for my whole life.
i don't even know how you can be able to dislike such rare content.
The first time happened, well.almost in work accident ,actually a blessing , brought me much closer to.God . The second time however ,emotionally that one hurt more than my busted leg. Taught me a bigger lesson in regards to love. Or what.true love is many lose themselves from.that concept. Feel as if love is based on material goods. I feel it has to do with love somone even.when they are at their lowest.point.. they have nothing to give you in return. You chose to stay by their side regardless . That's love.
I like the slow pace. It suits the poem to perfection.
The angelic sound in the background helps.
One of the best poems of all time and one of my personal favorites.
I lived my life “on the road less traveled” I made my own path and made numerous mistakes that cost me...but my only sorrow was hurting someone I loved. I have tried to Not be selfish or allow hubris control my life. But I lived my life pretty much full tilt. I should have died many times but alas, I’m still here, an ole man, in the twighlight of my life - my days numbered. I welcome the sun 🌞 bc I know soon I will enter complete darkness...my atoms retuning to the Star 💫 nurseries,to form new stars. I know my mother, daughter, and my precious grandma Anderson and Aunt Jean, are all there to welcome me.
I can see me achieving my dream before I die, I promise
What on earth are you talking about?
.... I believe in you. I hope you never not believe in yourself
@@carolinafine8050
Time machine maybe
I’m no psychic but I don’t need to be to see that I have no further, at least not one worth looking forward too. I’m walking on a highway to nowhere.
I am a survivor of childhood cancer, you think I’d be happy about it right? Now don’t get me wrong at first I was but that’s only because I didn’t realize yet what I’d lost I didn’t realize I’d lost apart of myself somewhere along the way. I lost the kind hearted happy child I used to be and without him I’ve felt lost and alone inside and have been looking through the darkness of my past trying to find him and I wonder if he’ll ever forgive me for losing him there. Now it is said “Within the core of each of us is the child we once were. This child constitutes the foundation of what we have become, who we are, and what we will be” -Rhawn Joseph. If I’ve lost that inner child what does that mean for me? ( I know talking in third person is a weird way to put it but it’s the best way I know to describe how i feel ) I started my fight at 5 years old I and thought I’d won 7 years later after I turned 11 but turned out I’d only won the battle but not the war. For the past 10 years I’ve been wondering why it even had to happen to me, It caused me almost nothing but misery an yet stranger still is I actually miss having it, I miss going to the cancer care clinic , I miss getting my treatments, i miss spending time in the hospital what does that say about me dose it make me weird? There are also some times where I just feel frustrated or irritated and I don’t know why which just makes me angrier, and on the complete other end of the scale one time I felt so low that it quite honestly scared of what I might do. I know my mother, sisters and the rest of my family cares, but sometimes it feels like they care more for the me they want me to be rather than the me I am and that especially goes for my father. Oh my father there’s so much more I could go on about him too and how he played an still plays a role in my depression for example he often acts as though any mistakes I make are done intentionally but he’s a product of his time and environment as am I, I guess So I suppose he’s not entirely to blame but it’s still hard to deal with him. But he and they don’t really understand how I feel even if I tried to tell them about it, how could they truly understand they didn’t experience it they way I did. Then again they probably had an entirely different kind of experience from their end that I couldn’t understand. It’s only been the last few years that I fell into my depression or that I’ve come to realize anyway. An I’ve begun to think “I shouldn’t even have survived after all” that way I’d be free of this depressing sadness in my heart. Why I’d I live I’m not good at anything, I have no friends anymore and not even sure I ever really did, I thought I had friends once but because I was different they become more like low level bullies if you know what I mean, and the friends I might have had left I haven’t seen or heard from them in years since I moved. An I’m not the smartest I was never the greatest student, I’m not even that strong, what can I offer the world? I can’t even remember the last time I was genuinely happy an sure I’ll get a chuckle now an then but the feeling never lasts long it’s like lighting a match in the middle of a dark room an watching the moment burn away I do come across the occasional candle though. There where so many children who don’t and didn’t survive and any one of them would have been better off being given the life that I was spared. An I doubt I’ll ever find love because of my flawed personality so what is left for me to live for I’ve got nothing left. Also my doctors have told me that my cancer could come back or I could get sick again in other ways, low odds but still I’ll forever live with that in the back of my mind. An it’s not like I WANT to die to end my pain but I also don’t want to keep living like this anymore. It feels like my strength is waning, like my will is weakening as each year passes so it may only be a matter of time before I reach the end of the road. There’s so much more I could go on about or have explained better but I’ve gone on long enough I’m not looking for pity just getting it off my chest if only temporary to anyone who wants listen. An sometimes I wish I could start over again correct all my mistakes make better decisions keep friendships, try harder in school even though I’m a bit of slow learner on my own but who knows if this new life would actually be any better than the old one I’d essentially be erasing the current me..... sure Id probably lead a significantly better life in the short run. On the other hand I am who I am today because of the trials and tribulations I went through an would it be worth it to throw all that away. Another thing is I’d be hard if not impossible to forget my feelings of the previous incarnation of myself to let go of the hate, loneliness, sadness left inside me. Sure I haven’t had the easiest life thus far but it also hasn’t been the worst.....or has it, see when I think about it I don’t know where the line is between the telling the truth and telling an over exaggeration and is there even a line to begin with? I also came to learn early on that just because you show someone else kindness doesn’t always mean they’ll show you the same respect an kindness in return which is why I am often on guard to protect myself. I know that means I may sometimes come off as rude. I welcome any thoughts and advice you have to offer me.
An If you’ve read up to this point I thank you for taking the time to listen me ramble an If there is a god I ask again why did this have to happen to me or anyone else for that matter especially for children.
Finally if and that’s a big IF I ever find a partner and am able to be rescued from my darkness with their help or on my own someday, heaven help me should anything like this happen to any child I may have in the future because I honestly don’t know how I’d be able to handle it. I also hope that I’d even be a good enough parent for my children that I wouldn’t let them down, that I could be a father they can look up too, that I’d be able to help provide not only the things they need but the things they need to accomplish the goals they want. This is not the kind of person that I wanted to become I know that my younger self would be greatly disappointed in me because I had high hopes for the future as a kid nothing outlandish but a good happy future nonetheless. I know my problems would seem vastly insufficient when compared to others in the world, I’m not blind to that simple fact. I also feel as though I’m emotionally stuck in my past, my heart can’t seem to escape it. I don’t know if it’s just because of my current state or because I long for my childhood where I was happy or perhaps it’s because of the childhood I was robbed of, the life I didn’t get to lead. Sure my childhood wasn’t normal in fact it was down right rough at times yet there where happier times I actually can remember but they are far and few between. I know it’s impossible but if I could I would want to make amends with all the friends I once had when I was younger, and hopefully they would accept my apology for pushing them away.
(2020) The ghosts of my past have finally shown themselves, they tried and failed to take my vision from me. which means if they succeed I would no longer be in metaphorical darkness but literal darkness but just like my battle with cancer there’s damage left behind.
Here’s a quote to leave off with that kind of explains this Dorothy Rowe- “Depression is a prison where you are both the suffering prisoner and the cruel jailer” an unless you’ve gone through cancer of some kind you probably wouldn’t know what it is truly like but I guess you already knew that out without me having to tell you and I hope you or your loved ones never have to experience such pain. Stay safe, stay kind and most importantly stay happy. Anyway I’ve started to ramble again my apologize I’ve taken enough of your time this evening thanks again for taking the time to listen to some nobody.
Good night- stranger
You’ve got a strong spirit bro. What you went through is beyond any trying trial and tribulation.
Keep moving forward, i feel sick at myself when im fussing about my issues when it’s nothing like yours. you’re an inspiration. I have nothing but admiration for people like you who fought hard against that. You’re deserving of all the good things coming to you.
I love the voice and the words and the feelings and emotions.
There’s something about his voice.. that draws me in like a magnet.. he has a golden voice!
..and the poem is gold too. What do you call it when you find so many golds at once? It’s a goldmine!
Shane Morris, your voice is incredible - sent goosebumbs along my body. Great performance!
Dear God thank you for bringing me here today. It can only be you.
I have needed these words for a while now.
I have shamefully been weak although I am cut from the cloth of strength.
But today I have been touched by God.
My restoration has finally come.
Through these words.
I have just begun reading poetry, and your channel has opened my eyes and mind to this wonder world.
I found this at a time I was just coming out of a 6-year battle of anger, bitterness, and depression. Shane Morris, I could listen to you read the dictionary. Thank you for this. I listen to it at least a few times a week.
Thanks man i totally need this..i've been procrastinating for weeks now having no energy to do stuff and this gave that spark for me to continue my goals
Same here. No ambition due to grief, plandemic, and working so hard on myself. We all need a little push sometimes. Take care and stay safe. 🙏🏼♥️
In telling the truth, there can be no sorrow, only relief and honesty.Thank you.
Impressive quality of the poem, and I'm not a "poems guy".
The interpretation of it, together with the visuals, make it stand out even more.
I have done everything I set out to do as a child. My dreams as a kid were far out of reach, so I thought... 30 years later, I have found that I completed everything that little boy dreamed I’d be... now, I can barley walk some days, I battle in my mind of the things I saw, and the things I had to do in the name of freedom for my country... today I found it hard to enjoy my family because of the pain in my body and mind.... but I’d rather be dammed than to say “I wish I could of done it all different” this man will go to the grave, singing and shouting “ this is the day the lord has made, I will rejoice and be glade in it” a men!!!!!!!
I wrote this at a low ebb ... my shortest poem.
“I lived, ... and loved ...
T’was enough ...”
great
Shane Morris kills me all the time with these poems👐🏽
The best and the most touching I’ve ever heard !
The Voice of u, man
Makes it Worthy.
I started my day listening this poem.
Had 33 seconds without a heartbeat as I was on the final stretch from septicaemia. I knew I was dying when it got to that point, I was shutting down and was ridiculously angry about being beat by this infection, I was angry about all the things I'd never get to do, people I'd never see again, promises I'd not be able to keep. I would have died angry if the resuscitation failed and the antibiotics hadn't worked. The consultant cardiologist is convinced that my angered emotional state and willingness to fight would have had a positive endocrine response through adrenaline release. This poem captures the essence of that human willingness to survive or go down fighting.
We had an old tomcat in our shop. He was a stray who showed up one day and offered his services as a mouser for room and board. After a few months he seemed weaker. We didn't know what was wrong with him at first, but then we noticed we didn't have a rodent problem anymore. He had lost his purpose yet no longer had a desire to move on to new hunting grounds. So we started hunting him around the shop with Nerf guns and dangling raw meat just outta his reach. We also got these big egg laying ducks that he would get in fights with. He lived for another coupla years.
@November Reign, I admire your will. Will is everything.
@November Reign keep on fighting brother, you sound like you're getting good at fighting as you wouldn't be here otherwise. End stage organ failure, what organs are we talking about? I had heart failure with 30% ejection fraction, fully recovered now, renal failure with about 6% residual kidney function, ischemic stroke with no motor skill impairment thankfully, and partial vision loss in left eye but nothing disabling. Worst part was needing dialysis 3 days per week, 4 hrs per day, for 3 years until I got a transplant which is going well. You keep on fighting. Best regards.
THE HUMAN SPIRIT IS STRONGER THAN THE PHYSICAL BODY, I HAVE BEEN TO HELL AND BACK AND THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS ME ALIVE AGAINST ALL ODDS AND ALONE IN THIS WORLD....ANGER...ANGER AND RAGE KEPT ME ALIVE.
The strongest battles require the strongest warriors! God bless you 🙏! Stay strong 💪 🙏
Poem reminds me of my grandma so much she was a fighter true inspiration. She told me she didn't know what it was to be depressed. This from a woman which was molested repeatedly as a child but still knew tomorrow was another day and it wasn't her fault. She ended up marrying a wonderful man my grandpa who cherished her for 70 years of marriage. She once told me you could succumb to the pain or you could stand through the rain. Her strength gave me the strength when after being electrocuted the doctors told me I shaved about 15 years off my life which means I will be lucky to see 65 I am currently 57 and have suffered two heart attacks but I am still here. If I don't make it past 65 that is fine 2 years ago I said goodbye I learned we all will die and I have faced it the scariest thing his saying goodbye to everybody it's not the dying. Well that's enough I have a life to live even if it's only for a few more years or even just a day. If I were to change one line or one word of this poem it would not be how did you die but why did you die. Make sure your life has meaning otherwise you're wasted your time here. Do something bold
The narrator voice sounds like my father's voice. Who's no more in this world but in our hearts. Got the message of his passing this morning and tonight I find myself here.. Thank you for such an awesome channel. 🙏🏾
The beauty in this poem, is in the subtext of asking you how you lived.
It's the beautiful journey, the scenery & all the experiences along the way - short or long, good or bad. Did you participate or just an observer??
Participant or Observer, it doesn't really matter.
@November Reign it doesn't really matter because nothing really matters in the grand scheme of things. We are nothing more than dust particles blowing in the wind. Eventually we will all return from whence we came. Nobody or nothing will ever remember us after a certain amount of time. Nothing really matters!!
There's nothing wrong with being an observer. Observers notice things the participants miss whilst caught in their chaos.
A good part of the inspiring effect of this reading comes not from the poem itself, but from the rythm and the deep voice of the reader. It’s moving.
I'm going to run for a city council election next months and this poem inspired me. That even that a may lose running and do my best with my good intentions of improving my city is still noble
Oscar Goodwin23 Good luck to you. Hold onto goodness, empathy and hope, even if you lose.
This poem is a reminder of what we have today in our gone America!
Beautiful...and with such a beautiful voice reciting it too!
Believe, you’re half way there!!!! This poetry is just what I need right now.
I think you do a social service through this content. I salute you!
Shane Morris has an excellent deep, resonant, authoritative speaking voice.
Thank you for this video, I really needed it. I was about to give up on everything until I listened to it. I can't thank you enough!
I hope you're still going
@@PaperRaines I am! I'm definitely doing better and have grown from where I was. It wasn't easy, with my fair share of ups and downs, but what matters the most is not giving up, no matter what you face.
Thank you for sharing your truly amazing story of strength and believe in yourself.It has been a blessing to sit quietly in the knowledge that life is worth holding on to and you have kindly given me that core of hope to never give up but stretch out and move forward,it’s worth trying isn’t it? 🙏
This is just right my alley. The life one and the death one as well.
Remember children : to die, it's easy; to live, well... that's a challenge.
Almost 2 years I said I’m going to follow my dreams in hopes that life catches up…. A better decision I couldn’t have made. I stopped being a Butcher of 22 years and started photography…… Thank You God 🙏
Thank you for this poem.
Don't take ur dreams with you to the graveyard.
fantastic recital and background music
Your collection of poetry has helped me a lot, thank you for your work 🌹
Truly poetic!
Will teach my kid this poem. By so doing, i will learn it as well. This is great. Thanks to this channel.
I needed that. Words can never express my gratitude.
This poem kept me alive in the darkest time of my life. I found it by accident, and it just hit me in the core and made me realize I want to die an honorable death, and not a death from loneliness and sadness.
Just in time. Thank you.
Yes!! Strong mind, strong life, big love from another youtuber 🤘🔥🤘🔥
It's amazing, how some understand mankind, this is mind changing
Absolutely beautiful (': one of the best poems I've ever heard and it really helped me.
It's so beautiful this would help anyone going through mourning and grieving someone so close
Damn...this hit me straight to the heart. Such a deep and emotional poem...
One word only for such composition. Beautiful. Beyond words. ❤
Life is short friends...
Eventually we all going to leave this earth but with what ????
The hardest part is we all have different ideas about that .
And just where are we going when we leave this life? And how did you come to that conclusion? Do you really believe what you heard? Is that an absolute or is it just something you chose to believe?
I am a firm Believer in these poetic words.
Snap...I'm crying
I can , i will , and i know who I am , what I'm made of , what i believe in and where I'm going. Always . Amen.
Gee, that voice mixed with the message. This is witchcraft.
Pure alchemy. 🙏🏻🙏🏻
This channel has become a huge part of my healing. I'm so happy I found this. Thank you from my entire heart and soul for creating this beautiful channel.
I will die how I live, with my boots on ready for whatever may come. I pray god sees me as I am. Just trying to do my best everyday.
The worst fate a man can have is to leave this world ashamed of his own character. Make yourselves proud, and make your lives great. Seize the day.
I can hear Jordan Peterson reading this out in my head... especially the "what's that!" part.
this should be the #2 comment
Man, 4:30 AM with no sleep and a bunch of shit in my head, and then this poem shows up.
It just hit so different.
It isn’t the fact that your dead that counts but only how did u die