aubade - philip larkin

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.

Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.

In time the curtain-edges will grow light.

Till then I see what's really always there:

Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,

Making all thought impossible but how

And where and when I shall myself die.

Arid interrogation: yet the dread

Of dying, and being dead,

Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse

- The good not done, the love not given, time

Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because 

an only life can take so long to climb

Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;

But at the total emptiness for ever,

The sure extinction that we travel to

And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,

Not to be anywhere,

And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true

2 minutes of serenity

This video is beautiful. (via jeana sohn)

"...It was very quiet all of the time because the trees needed to focus on their lives. It is not easy to grow so much for so long. Some trees became tired and layed down on the soft ground. Others leaned and rested their tops on one another. And when one tree would have to stop, another would grow out of it and reach very high into the grey and gold sky. Growing is forever, they whispered."

Growing is Forever from Jesse Rosten on Vimeo.