"I have a perfect life. It isn’t much, but it’s enough for me." Its with these words, that American poet and essayist John Koethe begins his piece, depicting the simple yet sufficient young stage in which a human begins his/her life. A place where the present is satisfactory, and nothing more or less is asked for; some people can even say this is a happy place. As one grows older though, aspirations begin to surge, changes begin to occur, and by the time one reaches the bittersweet climax of life, they have come to realize that one is now to old to pursue the dreams they put on hold for so long, resulting in a sudden lost of hope. A place where one is left alone in an empty room, reminiscing about what had been and what will become of this "perfect life."
A place where literature becomes a midpoint between reality and fiction.
Monday, September 5, 2011
The Perfect Life by John Koethe
"I have a perfect life. It isn’t much, but it’s enough for me." Its with these words, that American poet and essayist John Koethe begins his piece, depicting the simple yet sufficient young stage in which a human begins his/her life. A place where the present is satisfactory, and nothing more or less is asked for; some people can even say this is a happy place. As one grows older though, aspirations begin to surge, changes begin to occur, and by the time one reaches the bittersweet climax of life, they have come to realize that one is now to old to pursue the dreams they put on hold for so long, resulting in a sudden lost of hope. A place where one is left alone in an empty room, reminiscing about what had been and what will become of this "perfect life."
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