I wrote this essay for fun last semester and was revisiting it today. I had thought about doing something with it, but that never happened. However, I am rather fond of it and thought I’d share. Enjoy.
“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.”
Mary Oliver wrote these words, and I have them printed out and pinned to the corkboard covered in floral fabric that hangs above my bed. Mary Oliver writes beautiful poems about wild geese and wonder, about seeing beyond oneself. But of all her words, I think these are my favorite.
I once wrote in a notebook that what I wanted most to be was brave and kind. I think kindness takes a sort of bravery I do not always possess. It is much easier to bury myself in my own mind.