How Did You Die? - A Life-Changing Poem for Troublesome Times
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 27 ก.ย. 2024
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Full Poem:
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that!
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there-that's disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts;
It's how did you fight-and why?
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?
- Edmund Vance Cooke
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
"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.
"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.
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
Haven't seen my 4 year old daughter for 5 months now.. it's extremely painful and I'm an alcoholic 17 days sober. It's hard to be patient and do the work to get better but I've only got today. Anyone going through this pain, stay strong. All will be well. Much love
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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.
@Derrick K .great post!
What is succes? And why do you need it? Is it Because you where told this is happiness!!!
@Derrick K 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
“...But to lie there, that’s disgrace.”
That line gives me chills.
Same.
Time to stand up again.
Right poem at the right time!
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. ❤️
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✌️!
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.
Ego said to soul " Go away we have no need of you " . Soul unblinking.....smiled in silence and shed a tear .
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
Thank GOD I’m going home when I die!!! Amen
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.
Life is a journey, every journey has an end. The end gives the journey meaning.
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
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
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
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
Wow. Just wow. Thank you for constantly exposing me to greatness and inspiring me to do better
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.
Ended up crying. Beautiful.
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.
i don't even know how you can be able to dislike such rare content.
One of the best poems of all time and one of my personal favorites.
whoever reciting the poetry, please recite thousands of poems. I can listen to you for my whole life.
I like the slow pace. It suits the poem to perfection.
The angelic sound in the background helps.
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. 🙏🏼♥️
As a young guy, this made me realise how important my dreams are. Not ideologies set by some society that doesn’t seem to give a shit. My dreams, my hopes, my desires are what matter. This poem made me realise that I should follow my dream and passion of acting/voice acting when I’m old enough to, no matter what stands in my way, because to be honest, I don’t really care that I may struggle financially or that I may lose sleep or even some friends over it. I refuse to die feeling like I should have done something I didn’t. I know it sounds cheesy but I’m glad lockdown happened because even though I struggled very badly mentally at points, it made me realise that the only thing that will ever make me happy is what I want and not what anyone else in my life wants. No one knows what’s best for me but me. This poem is so beautiful.
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 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.
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 💪 🙏
I started my day listening this poem.
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 love the voice and the words and the feelings and emotions.
Shane Morris kills me all the time with these poems👐🏽
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.
The beauty in this poem, is in the subtext of asking you how you lived.
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.
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!
The Voice of u, man
Makes it Worthy.
Truly poetic!
Thank you for this poem.
Don't take ur dreams with you to the graveyard.
It's amazing, how some understand mankind, this is mind changing
I think you do a social service through this content. I salute you!
In telling the truth, there can be no sorrow, only relief and honesty.Thank you.
Beautiful...and with such a beautiful voice reciting it too!
I watched at 1.3x to make it sound like it did in my head as a kid. One of those poems that really sticks and stays with you.
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. 🙏🏾
with everybody gone in my life. And the rememberance of where it all began and revisiting time and time again. With no forgiveness..pray to the heavens to lead me on a road of recovery.
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.
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.
Your collection of poetry has helped me a lot, thank you for your work 🌹
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
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.
fantastic recital and background music
This was one of the last things I sent my dad. He was a great man. If I ever become even a quarter of the man he was, I’ll be a man of men.
We all live and we all die. It’s how we lived that matters the most.
Fear not.
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 ..
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.
Muito bom ! Simplesmente profundo e realista !
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I needed that. Words can never express my gratitude.
It isn’t the fact that your dead that counts but only how did u die
i woke up in intensive care once, and the doctor told me i just had 2 major surgeries, and needed a 3rd. he said i had a 60/40 shot at waking up. my family was out in the waiting room, and if i had anything to say, now would be the time. i asked if i could have a moment to think a while. i figured, if this is all i get, if this is the end of the ride, i'm ok with it. i had a great time, alot of the time. i knew some great people, i knew love in several different contexts. sure, there was pain, and struggle, and conflict sometimes, but that's life too. my son is a good man who tries hard. my grandkids are happy and healthy. i did some fun things, and i learned about interesting things. i figured, ok, i got no complaints. when the ride stops, and the bar goes up, i'll step out and smile and be thankful for it. i wasn't afraid.
Yes!! Strong mind, strong life, big love from another youtuber 🤘🔥🤘🔥
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 don't know for a fact, but given the time this was published in 1903, this sounds like something Teddy Roosevelt would have revered. Teddy's tones of "the man in the arena" echos in this poem.
Love it. Thank you for the upload
I was thinking the same thing. Roosevelt is a man worth studying, mainly because he took action on the principles of manhood many intellectuals talk and debate about.
All the best to you!
@@MasteryOrder you too mate!
My T-shirt says, "I refuse to tip toe through life only to arrive safely at death." I wear it when I ride my motorcycles!
Atta boy!! Go for the gusto and never give up. Life is too short, play hard!!
Awesome saying
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? 🙏
Life is short, even at the longest. Enjoy.
Life is short, but deep.
Life is only short if you don't stand tall
Keep fighting the good fight.
Shane Morris has an excellent deep, resonant, authoritative speaking voice.
The harder you're thrown,the harder you bounce
Everything breaks eventually when thrown too hard
@@Mm10122 Yeah...it depends what is inside the thrown....I am also going through hard time...I don't know whether I will broke or bounce..
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I have always lived life with a smile on my face . But for the past three years now a group of rich people have from a distance have done things to intimidate me and my family because I stood up and said what they did was wrong and criminal.
We are not being helped by anybody and our solicitor who we went to for help is taking our money with no end in sight .
I have a loving kind family and we don’t deserve what is happening .
It’s hard to explain to people or trust because of what has gone before but to anyone who will listen this all has gone on for years and I listen to this because it gives me strength to carry on for my children my wife and family . There could be more people like us where we live going through this but we could never know as no help is ever given to stop this . If your reading this and you are a good person and you have power or intellect and you think you have the time and would help please
Think about it .
Absolutely beautiful (': one of the best poems I've ever heard and it really helped me.
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 died when I was 10, drowned and brought back to life. When I go for good, this poem will be read at my funeral.
I wish my problems were something concrete, or my fights real, so I could do something about them..
Right now what is making me feel like I'm at my roads end at 36 years old is my mental health... a brain that has convinced me entirely that *I don't matter* .
It leaves me with nowhere to go, nothing to do... I can't force myself matter to others and for every task in the world there will always be a dozen people better... For every purpose I think of, it can manage to prove me that I'm not needed - and were I picked for the job, I'd be worse than others.
How much I would've just wanted to be ... normal. :'I
Your problems are concrete and your fights are real but for some reason, you seem to think that you're the only one that think the way you do. You also value what other people think. Understand that nothing comes without hard work and the only opinion that you should care about is from the people you respect and look up to. Everything else doesn't matter. Wether you matter to someone else doesn't matter. You matter to yourself. Understand that at people come and people go but at the end of the day you have yourself so work on yourself instead of working for other.
Brother, "we cannot change the wind, but we can adjust our sails". As Aristotle said thousands of years ago, stands the test of time: "We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit". Sounds like your suffering with analysis paralysis. Stop looking to others for approval. Turn off your mind. Try Yoga, running, biking, going to the GYM. Find something to give you hope. Everybody suffers, especially now. Change everything around you! Find curiosity like you were as a child. Do different things. Tell your mind that you no longer want to be a prisoner. Defeat is dangerous, don't give into it or negative people. Open the Bible, you will find encouragement in the words. Know that you are unconditionally loved. We are here for a purpose and that is to learn to love and to enjoy our worldly realm. "It is not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived". Be inspired, go hiking and see the wonder and beauty in Gods creation. Go scatter................It will change your perspective.
@@Bosstubeman yeah analysis paralysis is a good term for it, I admit..Thank you.. :)
I am a firm Believer in these poetic words.
This is a perfect poem ... and now I have heard the perfect reading of it.
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.
I need to carve those words in my soul, this poem is very touching
I can hear Jordan Peterson reading this out in my head... especially the "what's that!" part.
this should be the #2 comment
One word only for such composition. Beautiful. Beyond words. ❤
“It’s how did you fight-and why?”
Hit me right in the feels.
Thank you.. jus what I wanted today
Gee, that voice mixed with the message. This is witchcraft.
Pure alchemy. 🙏🏻🙏🏻
I don't know what is actual mean of the poem but I have tears. Just think one day you also going to be old and leaving this beautiful world, family, friends, school days behind.
The poems back are better and have more meaning than the ones we have today
Thank you to whomever decided to post this 💙💙 God knows I needed to hear those words
It’s a trick question. We never die. We are Biologically Immortal Entities
And Spiritually. Eternal souls.
OooooK🤪
"The coward dies a thousand times; the brave man only once"
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This is what we should be teaching young men.
I'm always incredibly fascinated by old peoms and keep collections of them.
But I can't help but notice that it always appears as though these poets lived in a world devoid of women. I know most of these "World of men" & " death is a he and so is god" are 'generic terms', you'd tell me. But are they really? Is all of existemce simply masculine in nature or masculine centric for these people?
No matter how much I love literature, I'm glad I live in a time where atleast our existence is acknowledged, albiet some still cannot get it through their thick skulls and eyes blinded by mysogynistic views and egos, it is still a better time to live in as compared those suffocating days of the past.
Shane Morris, his voice could never be copied by AI,no way, so much would be lost.
Best reading ever😮
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life" John 3:16