Stuck in My Head Sunday: A Psalm of Life

I can’t promise “Stuck in My Head Sunday” is going to, well, stick. (See also: TV Thursday) But it’s what spoke to me, so I’m going with it today. YOLO, amirite?

Happy Sunday, friends! What did you do this weekend? I spent a gift card and kicked some arse in Mario Kart, as 30-year-olds do.

I get songs stuck in my head from time to time, as do we all. Does anyone else also get literary passages, poem stanzas or even Bible verses stuck on repeat?

Here’s what I’ve had stuck in my head this weekend, as if to prove I really am capable of thoughts deeper than, “MOVE FASTER, Mario!” or “Out of my way, Princess Peach!” (except I didn’t say “peach.” It sort of rhymed, though).

A Psalm of Life
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
which I have had to memorize once or twice through high school and college and will forever have a special place in my heart

What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
   Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
   And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
   And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
   Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
   Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
   Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
   And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
   Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
   In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
   Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
   Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
   Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
   We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
   Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
   Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
   Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
   With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
   Learn to labor and to wait.

Have a brave week, friends, and may tomorrow find you farther than today. 

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