I’m reading Mary Oliver’s collection of poems, Felicity. Love this one:
There are moments that cry out to be fulfilled
Like telling someone you love them.
Or giving your money away, all of it.
Your heart is beating, isn’t it?
You’re not in chains, are you?
There is nothing more pathetic than caution
when headlong might save a life,
even, possibly, your own.
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