I've been crossing paths quite a bit with this poem recently. Seems I need to put it out there, for myself or for others, for all of us. Enjoy the day, spring is less than a week away!
sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate
that brushes your heel as it turns going by,
the man who wants to live is the man in whom life is abundant.
which is slowly winding you in the nets of death,
but to live is to work, and the only thing which lasts
is the work; start then, turn to the work.
don't turn your face for that would be to turn it to death,
and do not let the past weigh down your motion.
for life does not move in the same way as a group of clouds;
from your work you will be able one day to gather yourself.