The fool, with all his other faults, has this also, he is always getting ready to live.
—Epicurus
Then let me be the other kind of fool,
the fool who lives too much,
the fool who jumps in
before the water is in the pool
and ends up running instead
of treading water,
the fool who loves wholly before
she is certain that her heart will not break.
Let me be the fool who wakes
at 5:30 to start the day in the generous dark
and goes to sleep after midnight
so as to play with all the shades of the day.
Let other fools be the infinite planners,
the perfection engineers, and let me
be the fool who leaves the house
in such enthusiasm to play
that I leave behind the things I think I need.
It is foolish, perhaps, to wish
to be a fool. Yes, just be. Just be.
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