Our planet is poorly equipped for delight.
One must snatch gladness from the days that are.
In this life
it’s not difficult to die.
To make life
is more difficult by far.
To Sergei Yesenin
by Vladimir Mayakovsky
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky (whose poems I highly recommend) is an intriguing poet, about whom I seem to be learning new things over and over again. His personality is just… huge. And I really hope I get a question about his poetry on my literature exam this June *fingers crossed*
The words above are the ending to the poem he wrote after Sergei Yesenin’s (another poet I love) death and, seeing the excerpt this morning, I was struck by how perfectly it summarizes life in general.
Remember the World Wars and you’ll have no reason to question the first line.
One must snatch gladness — or it might slip away as it often does.
None of us know what’s going to happen to us in the next year, month, hour, even second, so it’s really not that difficult to stumble upon sudden death.
Forsaking worries and enjoying life, living in the moment and not in the shadowy future or regretful past, making an impact on the world, no matter how small, are the truly hard things.
And it’s nice to focus on them once in a while, isn’t it?