Dream. It'll do you good.

The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.

In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
Tomorrow or today...

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives.

We have no problems living out our dreams as children. It’s as we grow into adults that all this “being realistic” talk takes the center stage. I’m not saying that you should think ahead and plan and such. Just don’t do it at the expense of your happiness.

Auden has written rightly. Passions of life fade away with time and little can be done to change that. Lethargy and worldly ails will cause this decay. I would think one can’t be detached from life, but I see it over and over again. Do not what irks you. Put your passions into action. Your life will take flight in ways that you can’t imagine.