(c) Rubens, 'Pastoral Scene' (1638) Prune back your long hopes. As we speak, envious time is running away with us. Pluck the ripe day! Trust the future as far as you can throw it. . - Horace 'Coy mistress', sir? Who gave you leave To wear my heart upon your sleeve? Or to imply, as sure you do, I had no other choice than you And must remain upon the shelf Unless I should bestir myself? Shall I be moved to love you, pray, By hints that I must soon decay? No woman's won by being told How quickly she is growing old ... - A.D. Hope People who say "Carpe diem!" mean well. (We are running out of time, after all.) But you have to wonder if even the urgent affirmation of good life justifies the associated YOLO crap and emotional blackmail. Premise : [Action x] looks pretty stupid . Premise : But you'll die some day! Conclusion : You may as well [x]. or, less ignobly: Premise : Life is transient. (Memento mori) Premise : You're in yo...