I am not a teacher, but an awakener.

But bid life seize the present?
It lives less in the present
Than in the future always,
And less in both together
Than in the past.
The present
Is too much for the senses,
Too crowding, too confusing—
Too present to imagine.

Live, laugh, love for tomorrow in another day.

Live everyday as if it's your last, boys, and one day in the future when you look back, you'll have lived ten thousand lifetimes.

So it's pretty simple. Go sing. Sing well or sing badly -it doesn't matter, as long as you sing your fucking heart out.

Omnes feriunt, ultima necat.