Friday, April 14, 2006

And what do I wish for myself?

To love. To be loved. To never forget my own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away.

And never, never to forget.

- Arundhati Roy


the undisputed godfather said...

That's really nicely put. Where is your poem on the value of simplicity and pure happiness and how we all seem to lose that as we grow older?

Anonymous said...

and yet you did... look away, that is.