“Everyman in his lifetime needs to thank his faults. As no man thoroughly understands a truth until he has first contended against it, so no man has a thorough acquaintance with the hindrances or talents of men until he has suffered from the one and seen the triumph of the other over his own want of the same…Our strength grows out of our weakness. Not until we are pricked and stung and sorely shot at , awakens the indignation which arms itself with secret forces. A great man is always willing to be little. Whilst he sits on the cushion of advantages, he goes to sleep. When he is pushed, tormented, defeated, he has a chance to learn something; he has been put on his wits, on his manhood; he has gained facts; learns his ignorance; is cured of the insanity of conceit; has got moderation and real skill…In general, every evil to which we do not succumb is a benefactor…as the strength and valor of the enemy (we) kill passes into (us), so we gain the strength of the temptation we resist.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson from his essay, “Compensation.”
In Dreams of What Could Be
Longing for you has left a heavy mark,
I’ve dragged my heart and mind through thorns and vines.
Most every heartening thought grows dark,
And halts attempts to speak with hopeful lines.
And yet the hope for love could live again,
Your considered words could cancel all doubt,
Deepened over the years of turmoil when
In dark despair, the light of hope went out.
A glimmer of that special light still burns,
Like candles beckon in windows at night.
Every hope in darkness lost still earns
A chance to be the harbinger of light.
Until the dawn of hope appears for me,
I’ll search for you in dreams of what could be.