Danse Macabre, Gather Ye Rosebuds, Ozymandias, Death the Leveller. For a time we live. The fleeting glories of our short lives are nothing but the crowing of a cock on a dungheap. Next time someone puts you under pressure telling you how important the deadline is and how it simply MUST be met just whisper to them “Vitae summa brevis” – brief the sum of life.
What do you choose to leave behind in 50 years time, if your choice is that you stayed in the office for 16 hours to deliver that crucial report, or you sat on your childs bed and read a story? Who will remember that night in 50 years time, your needy boss, or your nostalgic, well adjusted child?
Vitae Summa Brevis; by Ernest Dowson
Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam; Horace
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
we pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
our path emerges for a while, then closes
within a dream.