I came across this excerpt from a poem by Walt Whitman. This is the way to live.
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of . . . → Read More: Walt Whitman
