Not easy. And Friday seems a long way off…Remove yourself from the thoughts of time as a drawn out line and make your life about becoming bright, happy and astonished with every silly moment, with every serious moment and with every important moment – remembering always that you have the power to give importance to those things that truly are important...and to dismiss the rest.
Thus, I invite you to celebrate Monday with me knowing that we may choose to step back from time, smell the roses and create with this gift of life whatever makes our souls thrive!
A Psalm of Life
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1838)
What the heart of the young man
Said to the Psalmist
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.