That you were born
and you will die.
That you will sometimes love enough
and sometimes not.
That you will lie
if only to yourself.
That you will get tired.
That you will learn most from the situations
you did not choose.
That there will be some things that move you
more than you can say.
That you will live
that you must be loved.
That you will avoid questions most urgently in need of
your attention.
That you began as the fusion of a sperm and an egg
of two people who once were strangers
and may well still be.
That life isn’t fair.
That life is sometimes good
and sometimes even better than good.
That life is often not so good.
That life is real
and if you can survive it, well,
survive it well
with love
and art
and meaning given
where meaning’s scarce.
That you will learn to live with regret.
That you will learn to live with respect.
That the structures that constrict you
may not be permanently constricting.
That you will probably be okay.
That you must accept change
before you die
but you will die anyway.
So you might as well live
and you might as well love.
You might as well love.
You might as well love.
You may be familiar with this Irish poet through his connection with On Being and his curated collection of 50 poems in Poetry Unbound. Here he sets out a series of facts about life as he knows them, each beginning with ‘that’, That you were born / and you will die. That you will sometimes love enough / and sometimes not, but perhaps most importantly, that you must be loved.
That you will learn most from the situations / you did not choose, perhaps the truest statement of all for me. That there will be some things that move you / more than you can say, and there will be things you need to pay attention to that you will avoid. So many true statements that cause me to pause and reflect; maybe you will recognize yourself in some of them.
He reminds us that life is not fair, ranging from sometimes better than good, to, often not so good. We can survive this life well, given love and art and meaning, with regret and respect, and ultimately That you will probably be okay. Whether or not you can accept change before you die, you will die anyway – blunt but accurate. Given this, he says you might as well live / and you might as well love, followed by two more repetitions of You might as well love. It’s those last two lines that linger in my mind after each reading of this poem, a declaration I cannot argue with, nor do I want to.