Chapters of Temptresses

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light!

-"First Fig" (1920) Edna St. Vincent Millay


I've always liked that verse. I remember it from being a teenager. But I never really lived it. I never allowed myself. Even in my wildest moments, I think I've had some type of reserve. I'm sure this is not seen the same way from others looking outwardly in.

When I look around at the "kids" today I certainly feel that "outward looking in" feeling about their lives and then I remember the moments where I've had the most fun.