… but then it’s a cruel world.

One of the most famous elegies ever written was" Elegy in a Country Churchyard" by the English poet Thomas Gray. Legend says as the poet wandered through a graveyard at twilight, he ruminated on the meaning of life, the toil of those who achieve and those who don't, the mockery of ambition, the struggle of both the poor and the rich to be happy, and, eventually, what difference it all makes for those whose heads rest "upon the lap of Earth". Not much, gray decided: simple joys are forever gone; destiny is obscured, secure notion of morality up in thin air.

Just pondering maybe we should write an elegy for everyday that has slipped through our lives unnoticed and unappreciated. Better still, we should write a song of thanksgiving for all days that remain.

Sometimes we are aware of the poet/artist/lover/philosopher/whoever who dwells within us and registers very precious moment of our lives. More often, however, we move through our days in a fog or a frenzy - until we're startled into consciousness by an unforeseen threat to something that we hold dear and have been taking granted for. Through the mystical alchemy of grace and thanksgiving, what might have become an elegy is transformed into exultation.

Today a new sun has risen for me : everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it. that essentially what i look for in very single person I ever get out to meet.