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.
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life, And not, when I had come to die, Discover that I had not lived.
Well, nothing seemed to go right that year. But the final indignity occurred during the performance of A Midsummer Nights Dream. Instead of doing the right thing and awarding me the crown as the role of Puck, they made me runner-up and gave me a minor role instead! At that moment I vowed to make that school pay for valuing my body over my perfect talent.
So, I decided to kill myself to teach that school a lesson. I phoned-up my death in a shooting accident. I had Mr. Keating, who I was secretly seeing after school, help me with all the details. Everything went perfectly. All of Welton Academy had never seen a funeral like mine. Hundreds of people, beautiful eulogies. And then, just as Mr. Nolan was getting everybody in a frenzy of grieving, I rushed out and said, “Yoo-hoo! It’s me, Neil! I’m not really dead!“
Well, the next thing I knew, my daddy was horse-whipping Mr. Keating and dragging me off to Braden Military School in Harvard. It was hard to get my daddy angry but once you did, he could be real peckerwood.
Neil Perry in “How Dead Poets Society Should Have Ended”.
in honor of the one year anniversary of the passing of my favorite actor, i’m posting a picture of the tattoo i got last october. from the scene in dead poets society where mr. keating writes a line from whitman on the blackboard (“i sound my barbaric YAWP over the rooftops of the world”), my tattoo artist actually traced robin’s handwriting from a still of that scene and tattooed it onto my arm.
“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. To quote from Whitman, "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?“ -John Keating
An INFJ who is completely comfortable with themselves as a person who has a lot of confidence and wisdom is someone both strange and relaxing to be around. They are always smiling with their eyes and are ready to offer a piece of experience to help you solve your problem while simultaneously validating your feelings and comforting you. They have no issues with being different and love to help.
Strive to be this person.
We are often scared of ourselves and are afraid that we will get looked at funny and judged for being happy, but in my own experience, people like people who are happy and kind. Don’t be scared to be who you are; it’s a right you have.
Your abilities to empathize and relate and understand are powerful and we often let ourselves get bogged down by problems that aren’t ours to fix and they eat us alive. Learn to let go. Do what you can and be okay with what you did.
Life is meant to be spent being happy.
“The great play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.” ~Mr. Keating