Paradox = contradiction. I think it's kind of funny that our lives are surrounded by one paradox or another. "Take time to smell the roses", slow down and appreciate the time you have; a great proverb to live by, one that is almost cliche, but very true. Then there's "Carpe diem": seize the day; do as much as you can, cause there might not be a tomorrow.
I guess my solution/answer to this paradox is to live in the middle of both these. Enjoy the moment, live for the now and do what what you can, while you can.
Cycle
the life that you live are the gifts you give
seasons pass like water, through a sieve
mother nature's fluid motion written in cursive
the cresting of a river with an ebb and a flow
a full moon and clear sky
light up the night with a yellow glow
it's all around
from the suburban
to the cities
and back country, rural towns
spring slips in
like an acupuncture pin
there's no pain
only daylight to gain
and a cool April rain
filling up storm drains
it's nourishment for the brain
blood pumping, from the heart
to the soul and through the vein
as the foliage grows
take time to stop and smell the rose
plant a pose
the poetry comes and goes
with rhymes like a prose
melodies, you can smell through the nose
summer time
it's time for the heat
like the candy shop, everything is a treat
so dip your toes in the water
dance in the street
move your feet
to the drum of the beat
autumn blows in
with a nor-easter wind
and trees dropping leaves
after the fall
comes the freeze
a cold blizzard blanket
and an arctic breeze
seasons pass like water, through a sieve
mother nature's fluid motion written in cursive
the cresting of a river with an ebb and a flow
a full moon and clear sky
light up the night with a yellow glow
it's all around
from the suburban
to the cities
and back country, rural towns
spring slips in
like an acupuncture pin
there's no pain
only daylight to gain
and a cool April rain
filling up storm drains
it's nourishment for the brain
blood pumping, from the heart
to the soul and through the vein
as the foliage grows
take time to stop and smell the rose
plant a pose
the poetry comes and goes
with rhymes like a prose
melodies, you can smell through the nose
summer time
it's time for the heat
like the candy shop, everything is a treat
so dip your toes in the water
dance in the street
move your feet
to the drum of the beat
autumn blows in
with a nor-easter wind
and trees dropping leaves
after the fall
comes the freeze
a cold blizzard blanket
and an arctic breeze