So, this is my life.

And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

time is jealous of you

Some day, when you are old and wrinkled and ugly, when thought has seared your forehead with its lines, and passion branded your lips with its hideous fires, you will feel it, you will feel it terribly. Now, wherever you go, you charm the world. Will it always be so?

Yes, Mr. Gray, the gods have been good to you. But what the gods give they quickly take away. You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, and fully. When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it, and then you will suddenly discover that there are no triumphs left for you, or have to content yourself with those mean triumphs that the memory of your past will make more bitter than defeat. Every month as it wanes brings you nearer to something dreadful. Time is jealous of you...

Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing...

i'm reading Dorian Gray again.

i'm not a fan of Wilde's writing, but this story! what a great story!


Taylor said...

"You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, and fully" might be the most depressing thing I've read all day (as I sit reviewing documents and wanting to cut myself). I am pretty sure I am wasting the good years.

Though maybe, just maybe, this is SO dismal and boring that time ISN'T jealous. And the time I spend document-reviewing is time during which I DO NOT AGE. One can hope.

Enjoy the re-read :)

Anonymous said...

does reviewing documents require thought? be wary of your forehead.