spring-has-passed-summerThe Indian poet, Rabindranath Tagore once wrote:

“Spring has passed.

Summer has gone.

Winter is here…

and the song that I meant to sing remains unsung.

For I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument.”

What a wonderful, sober description of a life not lived.

It’s easy to keep ourselves excessively busy.

To fill our lives with meaningless activity.

To be hamsters on a wheel.

To string and unstring your instrument without ever playing a note.

Don’t let that be you.

Do what matters.

Don’t wait until winter comes and it’s too late.

Do it now!

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