The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
—Robert Herrick, “To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time”
How many times do people have to tell me? My greatest fear is waking up when I’m old and grey, having not taken a risk, and yes, having not accomplished anything extraordinary, nothing worthy of a legacy–as vague as my dreams may be.
See also: Choose Yourself by James Altucher
Previously: “You’re already naked,” by Steve Jobs