March 16, 2012
--via Bill the Splut
"I need to find a job doing something I'm good at, but what?"
"Fleeing like a coward?"
"Are you referring to jogging? I do that for my health."
"Which is fleeing like a coward from your own mortality."
That's right. It's over and then it begins again.
Most people who read poetry are reading because they want to write it.
An alternate translation for "Carpe Diem" is "Pluck the Day", like you would a fruit, or maybe a bowstring. I like that better.