Rabindranath Tagore – the Bengali “Renaissance Man” of
sorts, being a poet, musician and artist – once wrote, “Spring has passed. Summer has gone. Winter is here….
…and the song I meant
to sing remains unsung. For I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my
instrument.”
These powerful words caution us against living a life only
half lived, the remainder being filled with regret for the dreams ignored – songs
unsung, risks not taken, and art not created. There is great danger in always
preparing but never doing. Constantly planning but never executing.
Too many of us are caught in this cycle, waiting for the
right “season” to begin playing our song. After this coming weekend, my family
will have been to the memorial services of five individuals over the last five
weeks. This has been a poignant reminder that none of us know how long our
spring and summer will last. The only guarantee is that winter comes for each
one of us. When your winter arrives, I hope you are caught playing your song
and not merely stringing your instrument.
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