This is by far my favorite poem. It’s by Robert Frost and has a lot of meaning. Especially to me.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
This talks how about our lives may end. How this world will end. Will it be in passion, love and hope? Will it be in hate and fear?
A month ago I would have absolutely side with Ice. I have seen and experienced so much hate, fear, betrayal. It makes it hard to believe that there could possibly be enough passion left in me or in this world to over come that.
But today I say it will be Fire. I know. You’re thinking what the hell is she talking about? Hasn’t she sworn off love? I am talking about passion for life. I have a renewed passion to make my life great. To live life as if there is no tomorrow. To love my family. To love myself. To hold my head high. To choose love of life over hate for what has happened to me. To choose passion for the everyday small things around me over fear of what may not even happen. I am choosing happiness over sadness.
I will still have times where I will feel sad or where I will feel fear. But these times will not define me or my life any longer. I am jaded, yes. I feel pessimism, yes. These things are a part of me and it will take a lot for that to change. But they are not all of me. I can’t allow it to consume me.