Come outside and see a brand new day
The troubles in your mind will blow away
It's easy to believe they're here to stay
But you won't find them standing in your way

Se a vida e', I love you
Come outside and feel the morning sun
Se a vida e', I love you
Life is much more simple when you're young
Come on, essa vida e'
That's the way life is
That's the way life is

Although we see the world through different eyes
We share the same idea of paradise
So don't search in the starts for signs of love
Look around your life, you'll find enough

Why do you want to sit alone in gothic gloom
Surrounded by the ghosts of love that haunt your room?
Somewhere there's a different door to open wide
You gotta throw those skeletons out of your closet and come outside

So you will see a brand new day
The troubles in your mind will blow away
It's easy to believe they're here to stay
But you won't find them standing in your way

- Se A Vida E' by the Pet Shop Boys

I love this song. Listen to it. It's so upbeat, sunny, cheerful, optimistic, energetic. It's the song of yuppies, of youthful dreamers. Everyone's had their share of missed opportunities, bad decisions, and tear-jerking heartbreaks, but "you gotta throw those skeletons out of your closet and come outside". There's a world to change and explore, people to meet, dreams to fulfill.

I just need to combat the cynicism, pessimism and laziness in me. To seize the day and step out of my comfort zone. To approach the world with energy and enthusiasm and purpose. To know where I'm headed, and to be discontent with letting time just fly by me. Energy, man, energy.

I first heard this song when I was 13, it was a song we used in our GEP class's History production. 10 years have since flew by, so quickly, and another 50 will zoom by in an instant. I don't want to be on my deathbed and realise that I've let my life slip away. Time masters us, circumstances master us, and at the end of the day you realise that everything has passed you by and you've been a passenger on this planet.

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GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.

Robert Herrick - To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time.