This evening I was rummaging through our disorganized garage and found some torn journal pages from November 17, 2009. Victor and I were celebrating our 2-year anniversary and we went to an Leonardo da Vinci exhibit at the High Museum in Atlanta. Ran across this gem and sharing it here for a dose of inspiration.
He who let’s time pass does not grow in virtue
the more I think of it, the more I grieve.
No man has it in him to be virtuous who will up honor for gain.
Good fortune is of no avail to he who does not toil.
There is no perfect gift without great suffering.
He who follows virtue will be happy.
Our triumphs and glories pass away.
Gluttony, sleep and idleness
in bed have banished every virtue from the world,
so that our bewildered nature is overcome by debauchery.
Henceforth, it would be well to rouse yourself from sleep,
the master said, because lying down will not bring
thee to fame; nor staying beneath the covers.
He who without fame burns his life to waste,
leaves no more vestige of himself on earth than
wind blown smoke or the foam upon the sea.
-Leonardo da Vinci