So I've always lived with the idea to 'live like a poet.' Missing no experiences, no adventure missed, seeking knowledge and truth and love. Be not like dumb, driven cattle; Be a hero in the strife! Carpe diem, and all that. I have envied poets' and artists' lives, even if they were short (almost always to tuberculosis, right?) because they lived fully. Like Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Those poets whose lives and passion I admire have, for the most part, missed an entire world of experiences that come with responsibility and dutiful family life, and it seems to me they have missed the greater adventure.