:: Carpe Diem ::
And so, for the occasional sit-and-watch-TV-together evenings,
M almost randomly selected, and inserted a DVD collection into the player
While I slice up half the Sara Lee strawberry cheesecake
And divided it into three portions.
"Run, Boy, Run," M recommended.
"It's Brit humor," he added.
Another title caught my eye.
"How about 27 Dresses?"
"I've watched that already." M paused.
"I'll watched that again with you."
Must be then.
A darn good show.
It was a good show alright.
While centered on weddings and bridal gowns.
It was really a show about caring.
Caring so much for the surrounding people
That one forgets to care for oneself.
It does not always happen in reality.
It does not usually happen in our present rat race.
But when it happens, it is usually accompanied
By a gentle sigh, and the "oh well, it doesn't matter...."
"... it's alright."
Was it something that really didn't matter to us?
Or was it an excuse; a self consolation,
That we could be magnanimous.
We could be another Tenzing Norgay.
Hence,
dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas:
carpe diem quam minimum credula postero.
While we speak, time is envious and is running away from us.
Seize the day, trusting little in the future.
Seize the day.
