So I seized the day and asked her.
She said no.
Which was not really unexpected. C'est la vie.
That's not a request for sympathy, I'm actually quite fine with it.
I still have a good friend from the deal.
And at least I lived deliberately.
How are you seizing the day in your life?
I need to watch Dead Poets Society again; it's been a while.
I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
They're not that different from you, are they?
Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel.
The world is their oyster.
They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you.
Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable?
Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils.
But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you.
Go on, lean in.
Listen, you hear it?
Carpe — hear it? — Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.
~ John Keating, Dead Poets Society