I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough to make every minute holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will, as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
I want to describe myself like a painting that I looked at closely for a long time,
like a ship that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all.
~ R.M Rilke
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