Carpe diem. These two non-English words have lost their meaning to most people. Well, there are people out there who probably say it on a daily basis and those are the people I mean. They don't appreciate the idea of "seizing the day" as much as they should. I used to be one of them. A moment ago I said these two little words to myself and suddenly something made sense. It's that epiphanic feeling in your chest. I don't know what it means, but it must mean something. It could be the apex of much thought about my future. I have a plan and yet I have none. It's exactly what I want right now. I know what I need to do and I know that there is nothing I can do about the timeline in which it must happen. I just need to live it.
These blogs are monotonous, but they seem to be helping me open my eyes a little bit at a time. Each one expresses progress, even if the reader can't spot it.
Leuconoe, don't ask — it's a sin to know —
what end the gods will give me or you. Don't play with Babylonian
fortune-telling either. It is better to endure whatever will be.
Whether Jupiter has allotted to you many more winters or this final one
which even now wears out the Tyrrhenian sea on the rocks placed opposite
— be smart, drink your wine. Scale back your long hopes
to a short period. While we speak, envious time will have fled
Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.
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