I thought of this expression this morning as I woke up at 6:45 am - which doesn't sound early but when you were also up at 1, 2:25 and 4:30, it really is - I was lying in bed pondering going to the gym. I've decided that I don't want to wait until I am 20lbs heavier to start working out this year - So I got up and was going down the stairs until my favorite little girl gave a call, I responded and now it's too late to get to the gym, workout and get to work - So I've set my sights on Monday and I'm hoping for good things.
That's the healthy part I think they were referring too, and getting to work early and keeping your job is the wealthy part, but what about the wise part? Are you smarter when you get up early, or is everyone else simply still half asleep, so you seem brilliant? OR does the fact that you have a couple more hours of living in each day going to add up eventually, say you get up 2 hours earlier than the average Joe or Jane, and you go to bed at the same time they do, after a week you've got 14 more hours of living (and learning) - So over a year you'll have added 30 more days to you're life (of waking time) which works out to over a life expectancy of 77 years to be about 6 more years of life - so I ask - are you smarter in Grade 1 or Grade 7 - I guess the expression could hold a bit of hidden ancient wisdom.
I also find this odd that this post comes hot on the heels of my napping post - but I guess that's how brains work. Here's the Bard's take on life -
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more:
it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more:
it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
I had to memorize this passage in Grade 12, then recite it in front of the class, I knew it backwards and forwards, but when I went to present it, a guy at the back of the class was laughing at me for something and it totally threw me off - I yelled at him and sat down, got a crappy mark, and later apologized - I can still recite it to this day and if not for that guy making fun of me I may have forgotten this beautiful thing like all of my high school algebra - The really funny thing that I later realized - I was actually living the poem - I fretted and strutted my two minutes in front of the class, I was that idiot full of sound and fury, but in the end it was really nothing...
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Good photo of one of my top 3 worst haircuts ever...nice...
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