Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was—
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.
I love this poem.
| 1. |
make a wall-sized painting
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2 people |
| 2. |
live passionately
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5,719 people |
| 3. |
start flossing
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26 people |
| 4. |
challenge myself more
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42 people |
| 5. |
win the lottery
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3,998 people |
| 6. |
love my body
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1,154 people |
| 7. |
write a play
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664 people |
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embrace adventure
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1 person |
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stretch every day
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575 people |
| 10. |
make new resolutions every day
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1 person |
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Finish what I start
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go on a road trip with no predetermined destination
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21,231 people |
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Start a company that changes the world.
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39 people |
| 14. |
Read "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"
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530 people |
| 15. |
list 43 things I like about myself
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129 people |
| 16. |
change someone's life
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1,451 people |
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volunteer at an animal shelter
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| 18. |
Learn to fly
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make a paper crane
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| 20. |
do 43 things and then some
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2 people |
| 21. |
learn photography
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2,892 people |
| 22. |
dance all night and then dance some more
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104 people |
| 23. |
become a magazine editor
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189 people |
| 24. |
write a novel
1 entry . 1 cheer |
11,080 people |
| 25. |
run a marathon
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12,467 people |
| 26. |
go abroad
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206 people |
| 27. |
read all of shakespeare
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113 people |
| 28. |
act
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1,248 people |
| 29. |
learn another language
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4,171 people |
| 30. |
meet stephen colbert
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43 people |
| 31. |
get a cat
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| 32. |
see my name in lights
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33 people |
| 33. |
collect shells on the beach
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2 people |
| 34. |
grow a garden
1 cheer |
920 people |
| 35. |
find love
2 entries |
2,275 people |
| 36. |
drink more water
1 cheer |
20,324 people |
| 37. |
live in the city
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142 people |
| 38. |
create something beautiful
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532 people |
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was—
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.
I love this poem.
Each of us, I firmly believe, is propelled through life by a restless, inexhaustible need for affection. Why else do we trudge off to work every morning, or withhold farts, or decorate our bodies with precious gems, or attend church, or smile at strangers, or pluck out body hair, or send valentines, or glance into mirrors, or forgive, or try to forgive, or gnash our teeth at betrayal, or pray, or promise, or any of a trillion large and small behaviors that constitute the totality of the human trial on this planet?
All for love.
All to be loved.