This poem just barges into my emotions when I hear it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=701r7an3bjk

Anis Mojgani is amazing.

"I don't fight, drink, or love... but these days I find myself thinking of all three."

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When I hear about the uncertainty that you have,
when I see the way your hands grasp when you feel your ground giving way.
It is then that I wish to tell you to try and loosen your grip.
Your frenzied fingers work against you.

To reach for a falling feather is counter-productive, you only push it further away.

Do not hang on to a dying idea.
Allow that which is decaying to fall and lie where it may.
The compost of old ideas give life to the new.

Don't let the weight of the world make you feel smaller than you really are.
Because if you were to see the grandeur you hold in my eyes alone,
the weight of a million worlds couldn't hold you back.

If I could say the words to make you hear your name ring out forever, I would.
We all have legions of angels cheering us on.

I don't drink, fight, or make love... but I find my self thinking of all three.
But only in those times of uncertainty...
Those times where I'm not sure I can hold out any longer...
On those days where I think that a man can only take so much,
of so little. And so little, of so much.

The days where my teeth chatter like a typewriter,
my mouth and tongue fumble in darkness,
and my bones creak like this house in a storm,
The days when I can't seem to do what I want to,
and even if I could, I'd probably screw it up anyway,
The days I get lost in a smile, a sideways look,
or in the smell of a perfume at the checkout.

Those are the days I tell myself to try to let go.
The days that I try to pour my smiles out more.
The days that I try to share my cookies at snack time,
and buy everyone a milk.
Those are the days I try to be grateful for being alive, because at least I know I am.
Those days are the days I try to loosen my grip.
To be more of what I would like from someone else.
~J.M. Zakrzewski