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Denique isto bono utare, dum adsit, cum absit, ne requiras: nisi forte adulescentes pueritiam, paulum aetate progressi adulescentiam debent requirere. cursus est certus aetatis et una via naturae eaque simplex, suaque cuique parti aetatis tempestivitas est data, ut et infirmitas puerorum et ferocitas iuvenum et gravitas iam constantis aetatis et senectutis maturitas naturale quiddam habet, quod suo tempore percipi debeat.
- Cicero, On Old Age
In short, enjoy the blessing of strength while you have it and do not bewail it when it is gone, unless, forsooth, you believe that youth must lament the loss of infancy, or early manhood the passing of youth. Lifeβs race-course is fixed; Nature has only a single path and that path is run but once, and to each stage of existence has been allotted its own appropriate quality; so that the weakness of childhood, the impetuosity of youth, the seriousness of middle life, the maturity of old ageβeach bears some of Natureβs fruit, which must be garnered in its own season.
thankyou
something beautiful was born on that summer night
it didnβt look as enticing as a sunlit river
it came like an ocean wave washing over my electric love
cutting me open like an old knife
slowly killing the last piece of faith i have for brown-eyed romantics
mercilessly punching through the walls of my bruised heart
i was smitten and defenseless
there was no hope for me to believe there was still hope for us
but autumn came and changed everything
old leaves surrendered themselves to the ground
revealing your warmest colors underneath that cold facade
now youβre the sweetest thing iβve ever held close
the best love story heaven has ever written for me
you make me want to love you through the changing seasons
because you are a breathing testimony
that broken hearts can take the awful risk of loving again
and even stronger than before