Not everyone admires Rudyard Kipling, some berating him for what they see as his jingoism and empirical grandstanding. But to me he was a bloody fine poet who captured the essence of his age. He also brings back sharp memories of my poet father who could recite verse after verse, couplet after couplet – as indeed can the Archaeologist. So when Marje at Kyrosmagica nudged me with another three day three quote challenge I thought I’d start by teasing apart Kipling.
I can’t sit still easily. If I do fall asleep and get a crick in the neck making me wonder if I was a pretzel in a previous life. I enjoy sport though as you can see, and am always fully engaged in it, never missing a ball. Here I am filling the unforgiving minute with some important plot development strategies.
His sentiments here, however, do reflect a fundamental part of my own philosophy. It’s one life; the past is gone and fixed, the future fluid and uncertain so all we have, all we might have is today, now, this moment. Waste it not.
Apparently there are ‘rules’ to this challenge. Like who says? Piffle. Sue me.