Idealism has been on my mind lately. One thing I haven't been thinking about is the fact that people tend to feel as though they're under pressure when the weight of their ideal stands in front of them, dressed as destiny. It's something that's never happened to me, and I think I'm missing out on a lot because of that.
Poems written in the past tense, especially when they reach back to youth, always have a kind of nostalgia that tugs at the heart. I remember being seventeen, and I also remember hearing people that talked about these things to the left and right of me.
Great post, Ringo.
"God becomes as we are that we may be as he is." ~William Blake