Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around ~Leo Buscaglia
Sometimes I make myself weary. It’s the most remarkable thing, but in the wearing thin I realize, even at this most minute, infinitesimal moment, I am just happy I am. And I am happy you are too and we are we and with another friend we make three. What more could we want from this life? It reminds me of a poem of sorts. So for you, and I, for we and three, I hope today we will practice to be drunk. To be drunk on life. That is my wish for thee.
by Charles Baudelaire
translated by Louis Simpson
You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”