Never postpone life
Sadly, I am often tempted to postpone life. I refuse sympathy and intimacy with people, as if expecting a better intimacy to come. But whence and when.
I am thirty-four years old. Already my friends and fellow workers are dying from me. I rarely see new people approaching me. I am too old to bother about fashion; too old to expect the patronage of the powerful.
Let us therefore, suck the sweetness of those affections that grow near me, which divine Providence offers me. I pluck golden fruit from rare meetings with wise men. In the intervals I can well abide alone, and the fruit of my own tree will have better flavour.
The days come and go like muffled figures sent from a distant friendly land. If we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.
(Emerson)
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