Starry, Starry Night
Woke up in the middle of night and looked out to the clear starry sky, I found I was humming Don McLean’s “Starry, Starry Night” tributed to Vincent Van Gogh. Many thoughts came into my mind. Could it be possible this very talented musician genuinely understand the troubled artist’s thoughts and heart by reading his paintings? Could it be possible I truly empathize McLean’s feelings of Van Gogh while humming his lyric in a quiet night at a remote campground hundreds miles away from home?
I know I will not completely understand the unfamiliar world that is revealing to me every day while traveling. But I have determined I will try to understand it in a non-critical way. Maybe this time I have the luxury to set my heart free, not feel threatened, and experience the world.
Woke up in the middle of night and looked out to the clear starry sky, I found I was humming Don McLean’s “Starry, Starry Night” tributed to Vincent Van Gogh. Many thoughts came into my mind. Could it be possible this very talented musician genuinely understand the troubled artist’s thoughts and heart by reading his paintings? Could it be possible I truly empathize McLean’s feelings of Van Gogh while humming his lyric in a quiet night at a remote campground hundreds miles away from home?
I know I will not completely understand the unfamiliar world that is revealing to me every day while traveling. But I have determined I will try to understand it in a non-critical way. Maybe this time I have the luxury to set my heart free, not feel threatened, and experience the world.
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