The Forge

I'm currently reading Opened Ground, a collection of poetry by Seamus Heaney. His poetry is very different in style from the ones I've previously read, though most of the poetry I've read has been written before the 20th century. The subjects of the poems are mostly focused on country life.
My current favorite from the collection is "The Forge". The poem is simple, just describing the forge and the blacksmith at work. However, the language used in the poem is absolutely stunning. The imagery is vivid and clear, and its amazing how the poet paints such a clear picture with just a few words.

"All I know is a door into the dark.
Outside, old axles and iron hoops rusting;
Inside, the hammered anvil's short pitched ring,
..."
- Seamus Heaney, The Forge

Thinking about things

Success can be defined in many different ways, and the word success often means different things to each of us. To me, success in life means having a ordered, neat life where nothing is rushed and everything is neatly planned out. That is my goal in life, and something I unfortunately have trouble achieving. Deadlines don't really seem to exist unless I'm staring one right in the face. That makes a life with plenty of stress and late nights trying to finish a project right before the deadline.
Mistakes can be cumulative, and a lot of little mistakes added together can be some pretty serious consequences.