Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem isn’t necessarily violent or even bold.

While driving down the road on the south side of the city I spotted a young couple sitting cross-legged in a grassy area of the median along busy Highway 41 (South 27th Street). Ignoring the passing traffic, they had: mild Autumn weather, a comfortable place to sit in the grass, a nearby swale bedecked with blossoming flowers, a bag lunch of fast food, and, most importantly, a companion for pleasant conversation.

I pondered the sight and kept changing my mind about it.

I thought:

“Unusual, but Cool.

Pretty Cool.

In fact, Very Cool.”

Carpe Diem means seize the day; make the most of every day.

Sometimes I think it just means watching a random cloud roll by or listening to the rustle of the leaves in the trees; or to recapture the wonder you once knew as a child. It means to hear every word. It means to taste every bite. It means to appreciate every moment; to live in the present, to live in the now.

Driving by, I had no time to capture any real detail about that young couple, but what I saw I envied a little.

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About The Twentieth Man

Age 67
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