Dead Poets Society

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

(William Henry Davies - "Leisure")


Like Dexter said...I feel my mind slowly slipping away. A hurricane of thoughts is stirring in my brain and the pain is physically experienced...no sleep, no food, no peace...I need a break...Rebreanu was right...time has no more patience. It's a fact that the Earth day is shrinking, we literally have less and less time. Is the Universe trying to tell us something, or is this an irrevocable sentence?...Maybe I shouldn't worry about how much time I have left and enjoy what the present time is offering me, but...well, I rarely act under the auspices of carpe diem and usually think about what has been and what is to come.
Who is the carpe diem type? Are you? Is the one next to you?
No...don't tell me, I don't need anyone's answer but my own :), you don't need anyone's answer, you don't need my answer, so I won't tell it...but I will give you the fortunate privilege of knowing that Dead Poets Society is a must...See it! Enjoy it!...and if you have seen it, see it again!