Tempus fuggit*

“Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.” G. Marx

This is probably my favourite quote of all time. It contains three undeniable truths, all of them vitally important, yet oft overlooked: 1) your time on this Earth is brief, 2) some things just are, and you can’t do anything about them, and 3) while 1) and 2) irrefutably suck, you might as well try to have a laugh.

So, on this day, the 45th anniversary of my having been born into this world, I would wish for all my loved ones, friends and family alike, to take a moment to consider this.

Done? No. Take another. It’s quite heavy to digest. 

Now. Embrace it. Within the framework just given to you, time’s a-wastin’. So. You are going to die, you can’t change some stuff but you can use as much of your time as possible to do things that make you happy. Do something today that makes you happy. Then do it again tomorrow. And again after that.

 Take a long, hard look at your life and decide what’s worth doing, cause you ain’t immortal, and you’re a long time dead. 

Dare to say fuggit*. Nothing would make you (or me) happier.

Giving Death the Kiss of Life. (photo L. Woodruff)


*Tempus fugit means time flies. Fuggit is a feeble pun. Works best if pronounced like an Italian-American gangster would do it. Fahgeddabahtit. Fuggit.