Unsought Meaning

Sometimes I wonder why the things that seem to give me the most meaning in life come from exteral sources. Regardless of how perfect the revelation is I usually end up asking myself, "shouldn't such inspiration come from within?" Its like I'm biting off of somebody else's truths. I find inspiration and meaning in the smallest things, and I wonder why these instances of clarity can't come to me more often. I heard this tonight, and loved it. Bitten or not, I think its beautiful.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

I've also remembered this since I was forced to memorize it in 9th grade Honors English, oblivious to what this could possibly mean at the time, but somehow never being able to get it out of my head:

INVICTUS
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

Funny how much meaning we can find in some things...