I stumbled upon the poem ‘Eternity’ by William Blake earlier this week, and it’s been stuck in my mind ever since:

He who binds himself to a joy

Does the winged life destroy

He who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity’s sunrise

I often bind myself to various joys, usually at the cost of overall life enjoyment. I need to try and keep this tucked away in the back of my head and remember to “kiss the joy as it flies.”

What a lovely little poem.