mr. keating


“‘O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?’ Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”

Tonight, I was riding the Great Movie Ride at Disney’s Hollywood Studios with my friend Jorge. We ride it all the time, so we were on our phones, not paying much attention. We were rounding the corner into the scene from Singin’ in the Rain when Jorge gasped and grabbed his heart and told me the news. We spent the entire ride in a state of shock… At the end of the ride, as movie clips fly by, my heart raced. I know these clips by heart, and I knew what was coming. When he finally appeared on the screen to call out, “GOOOOOOOD MORNING, VIETNAM!” my friend Jorge stood and we both hollered and applauded. No one knew what was going on… but we knew they’d find out later.

What a loss.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
—  Dead Poets Society

“El día de hoy no se volverá a repetir. Vive intensamente cada instante, lo que no significa alocadamente; sino mimando cada situación, escuchando a cada compañero, intentando realizar cada sueño positivo, buscando el éxito del otro; y examinándote de la asignatura fundamental: el Amor. Para que un día no lamentes haber malgastado egoístamente tu capacidad de amar y dar vida”.

La sociedad de los poetas muertos


Robin McLaurin Williams | July 21, 1951 - August 11, 2014

[If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?] There’s seating near the front. “The concert begins at five; it’ll be Mozart, Elvis, and then one of your choosing.” If heaven exists, to know that there’s laughter, that would be a great thing.