One of the most poignant song lyrics comes from Pink Floyd’s classic album “The Dark Side of the Moon.” Pink Floyd’s “Time” offers the quintessential lament over the irretrievable passage of time:
“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. . . . .
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.” See http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJQnzmH6jgc
The subtle message. What will I accomplish today? Will it be of value? Time wasted? Have I missed the starting gun? We all share similar questions about life. And its unstoppable passing. We are on this earth for a reason. We want to have a positive impact. Live up to our potential. Provide value. Make a contribution. Yet every day, the sun goes down. The past is prologue. And the new dawn begins the first day of the rest of your – and my – life. And so it is.
Goethe’s challenges us in a couplet from Faust’s “Prelude at the Theatre” (which has hung for years in my office): “Whatever you can do, or dream you can. . . . . begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.”