A friend and former roommate of mine has this tattooed across his chest.
At first I didn't pay any mind to it but then I asked and he delivered me with this poem:
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
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 for ever tarry.
To some it seems childish to squander away your living to simply enjoy the time we have on earth. Should a life be lived so selfishly? I've been wondering the same. Shouldn't I be working towards my career? Shouldn't I be making contacts with editors and brushing shoulders with important photojournalists covering important issues?
I've honestly just been gathering my rosebuds. Being young, free and careless, working on stories I didn't know I wanted to pursue. Loving my role in this world at this time as simply a wanderer. Documenting the lives and people who brush pass me on the street.
I've been asking myself is it better to be part of a community, to stay in one place for longer than a week and really live it? Really experience the beauty of loving and understanding a place fully?
But then I get a call. Another opportunity comes knocking at my door and I'm torn away from familiarity once again.
All the while Ive been gathering my rosebuds.
Every day is a day filled with wonder. Every day is a day to remember.