There’s a poem I remember from high school lit class. It began, “If we had world enough, and time,” and carried on to talk about how, sure, if life were longer, it would be ok to waste time with stalling and mucking around, but life is short — youth is short, so live it while you can, because sooner than you think, you’ll be old and crusty and lacking in options. (Now that I recall, the poet might have been trying to get his reader into bed, but I think it’s still relevant.) Continue reading
My One Precious Life 