A poem by Octavian Paler, a Romanian writer, journalist, editor and politician. I find this poem so inspirational that I decided to venture and translate it into English.
We have timeWe have time for everything.
To sleep, to run to and fro,
to regret our mistakes and make mistakes again,
to judge others and indulge ourselves,
we have time to read and to write,
to revise what we’ve written, to regret what we’ve written,
we have time to make projects and to not follow them through,
we have time to dwell in illusions and to rummage through their ashes later on. We have time for ambitions and illnesses,
to blame destiny and details,
we have time to watch the clouds, the ads, or some accident, we have time to drive away our questions, to postpone our answers, we have time to crush a dream and reinvent it, we have time to make friends, to lose them, we have time to be taught lessons and to soon forget them, we have time to accept gifts and to not understand them. We have time for everything. There’s just no time for a bit of tenderness.
Just when we’re about to do that, we die. Teach