O Me! O Life!
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
– Walt Whitman
I had another turkey sighting Saturday before Norouz festivities part deux. I am now considering this turkey a good omen because Saturday was fabulous. Woke up early for body combat and body pump, ran a few miles with Andrew and then walked a couple more, did some errands, filled out AF commissioning/USUHS contract paperwork (gotta love government paperwork), went to a belated St. Patty’s party of a close college friend, and then went to my aunt’s place for another family Norouz. Twas an excellent weekend of productivity and happiness and life. We should drink wild turkey around every Norouz in my omen’s honor.