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Yesterday I exchanged a few comments with someone I’d never met before who blogs at Thread of Thoughts. She had kindly commented on something I wrote yesterday and I returned the favor by visiting her blog. I know nothing about her other than what she has written so far, but I’m impressed with how well she’s presented her thoughts to this point. On “Life is too short to be busy…” she posted a media file of a song she recorded of her playing guitar and singing. It fit the mood I was in yesterday. I enjoyed it. And I commented on it. We exchanged a few comments back and forth about how I have been wanting to learn to play before I pick up my guitar, long sitting in the corner of my room, when she said
You don’t have to wait to learn before you pick up and play.
And she’s right of course. And this brought to mind a song that has long been one of my favorites. The lyrics are below, followed by one of four italicized stanzas from Robert Herrick’s poem To the Virgins, to make much of Time. If you’re wondering where you’ve encountered it before (if you have), it was used in this scene from the movie Dead Poet’s Society.
So to that young blogress (and to anyone else no matter your age) I say Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero. Seize the day, counting as little as possible on tomorrow.
And remember the words of that immortal sage, Winnie the Pooh: You can’t stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes. In other words, don’t wait to learn before you pick up and play.
Whether persons or goals, it is up to you to take the initiative. Or as Mr. Keating said in that movie, “Sound your barbaric yawp.” It’s never too soon to begin. It’s never too late to start.
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I know a girl who was schooled in Manhattan
She reads dusty books and learns phrases in Latin
She is an author, or maybe a poet
A genius but it’s just this world doesn’t know it
She works on her novel most every day
If you laugh she will say…
Seize the day, seize whatever you can
‘Cause life slips away just like hourglass sand
Seize the day, pray for grace from God’s hand
Then nothing will stand in your way
Seize the day
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
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Well I know a doctor, a fine young physician
Left his six-figure job for a mission position
He’s healing the sick in an African clinic
He works in the dirt and writes home to the cynics
He says “We work through the night so most every day
As we watch the sun rise we can say…”
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
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Well I know a man who’s been doing some thinking
He’s as bitter and cold as the whiskey he’s drinking
He’s talking ‘bout fear, about chances not taken
If you listen to him you can hear his heart breaking
He says “One day you’re a boy and the next day you’re dead
I wish way back when someone had said…”
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
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Well one thing I’ve noticed, wherever I wander
Everyone’s got a dream he can follow or squander
You can do what you will with the days you are given
I’m trying to spend mine on the business of living
So I’m singing my songs off of any old stage
You can laugh if you want, I’ll still say…
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.