I read a great passage by Mary Oliver:
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my armsWhen it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if i have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t wan t to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world