Paper Boats, Rabindranath Tagore
This sweet childhood poem by Tagore fills my soul with hope. Writing from the perspective of his younger self, he relives dreamy riverside afternoons and the mystique of imagining what or who lives just around the river bend. “I hope that someone in some strange land will know who I am,” he writes. I find such vulnerability, courage, and self-awareness in these words. The act of declaring your name and identity to the world and sending it off is one of hope for both acceptance and discovery, but moreover is a definitive belief in yourself.
How do you declare yourself to the world? What response do you hope to receive upon this expression?
Brianna Curran, Washington, DC