Donโt mourn your luck thatโs failing now, work gone wrong, your plans all proving deceptive โ donโt mourn them uselessly. As one long prepared, and graced with courage, say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving. Above all, donโt fool yourself, donโt say it was a dream, your ears deceived you: donโt degrade yourself with empty hopes like these.
C.P. CavafyDays to come stand in front of us like a row of lighted candlesโ golden, warm, and vivid candles. Days gone by fall behind us, a gloomy line of snuffed-out candles; the nearest are smoking still, cold, melted, and bent. I donโt want to look at them: their shape saddens me, and it saddens me to remember their original light. I look ahead at my lighted candles. I donโt want to turn for fear of seeing, terrified, how quickly that dark line gets longer, how quickly the snuffed-out candles proliferate.
C.P. Cavafy