I didn’t expect Morris Day to stop me in my tracks with a Shakespeare sonnet.
He said he felt like he was “40 going on 4.” Curled up in the fetal position, feeling sorry for himself, full of shame, guilt, and regret. And Shakespeare finally was the one who got through to him.
If you’ve looked back on things and felt a bit shaken up, give this one a read. Make sure you make it to the end.
Morris figured it out – even when things don’t work out the ways we wished they would have, if our people are there to pick us up (and they are), “all losses are restor’d, and sorrows end.”
Here’s to our friends.
William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus’d to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,
And moan th’ expense of many a vanish’d sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d, and sorrows end.
Ps. I have to plug it again, Day’s book On Time is a great read.