you are valid you are valid you are valid
You go, Bob Kelso.
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I love my skin!
A 1887 handwritten draft of Whitman’s 1865 poem “O Captain! My Captain!
No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
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, 1989)
WAAAAAAAHHHHH
O Captain My Captain
Funny how what was one of my strengths as a kid, my empathy, my deep feeling emotions, my ability to feel another person’s pain, is what became my burden and struggle in my teens and early adulthood. Feeling so deeply to the point that at one time I couldn’t feel. I’m a stronger person now, but we should all be kinder to one another and respect our gentle souls.
Robin Williams’ death hit in an unexpected way. Never has a celebrity death effected me in such a way. He’s work made me feel when I couldn’t feel. Made me laugh when I couldn’t laugh. Made me cry when I couldn’t cry.
After my first panic attack, I watched a lot of Disney movies and I kept coming back to Aladdin. When I first had insomnia in college, I kept re-watching Dead Poets Society. The first movies I watched weekly as a toddler and kid were the Little Mermaid and Mrs. Doubtfire.
Some of the first standup I watched was Robin’s work.
I’m feeling a lot of emotions. My eyes are clouded with tears and my ears are stinging as I type this. This isn’t eloquent or poetic, but it’s real and I want to remember what Robin has given to me personally at this moment. It isn’t something that I do as often as I should - writing raw, feeling raw or remembering raw. I wish it didn’t take loss to bring me back to the keyboard and back to (healthy) self-reflection. Thanks for the memories and emotions, Robin. You are missed and loved.