Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet....I love you still among these cold things.Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vesselsthat cross the sea towards no arrival.I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.I love what I do not have. You are so far.
Excerpt from Pablo Neruda's "Here I love you."
I read Whatever It Takes by Paul Tough, and it was exactly what I needed. A re-orientation.