You’re not enough of a poet to call forth life’s riches.

April 23, 2019

I currently live in Austin, Texas. By all means, a wonderful city, as evidenced by the thousands of people that move here every year. Yet I still find myself in want of something more, as if Austin has nothing to offer—when it clearly does.

When I traveled to NYC in March of this year, I felt like all the riches of the city were right there in front of me. While it’s true that Austin is nothing compared to Austin, I realized that a big difference in my experience of the two cities was my attitude. While traveling, I’m more open and friendly to others, especially in the sea of people in the city. At home, I’m not always so open.

Rainer Maria Rilke tells a young poet (in his collection, Letters to a Young Poet):

If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor, indifferent place.”

A great poet will call forth the riches of any place and time. No matter the weather. No matter the city.