Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your Babylonish seers.
Better far to bear the future, my Leuconoe, like the past,
Whether Jove has many winters yet to give, or this our last;
This, that makes the Tyrrhene billows spend their strength against the shore.
Strain your wine and prove your wisdom; life is short; should hope be more?
In the moment of our talking, envious time has ebb'd away.
Carpe Diem; trust tomorrow e'en as little as you may."
Text from Odes 1.11, by Horace
Sometimes, we are all too quick to count the days instead of making the days count. Slow down, sieze the day, seize the moment. Work hard, but appreciate the work, the people around you, the sunlight. Life matters, right now, today is all you're guaranteed. This is your life. Do it justice.
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