Post by donq on Oct 23, 2022 5:57:23 GMT
I read this Rabindranath Tagore's poem when I was a very young man, but didn't completely understand it then. But after I've got older and older, it has become clearer to me.
The last curtain
be lost, and life will take its leave in silence, drawing the last
curtain over my eyes.
Yet stars will watch at night, and morning rise as before,
and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.
When I think of this end of my moments, the barrier of the
moments breaks and I see by the light of death thy world with
its careless treasures. Rare is its lowliest seat, rare is its
meanest of lives.
Things that I longed for in vain and things that I got — let
them pass. Let me but truly possess the things that I ever
spurned and overlooked.
...................
Yes, there were so many things I thought they were important. Well, it turned out that they were not. And as T.S. Eliot wrote:
“We shall not cease from exploration,
and the end of all our exploring will be
to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time."
I personally found that it's very true for me. There were some things I just took them for granted for so long, but finally found that they are so meaningful/worthy. And I have to start over from them again.
