For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand

Twenty-two years today. Surprisingly, it’s been a good birthday. I’ve been resisting celebration due to recent moods, yet I’ve enjoyed the milestone.

In contemplating life as of late, I’ve returned in my mind to Sligo, Ireland AKA Yeats Country…

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
-from “The Stolen Child” by W.B. Yeats