i apologise if I come across as a miserable curmudgeon but I hate that poem. I had a very precious Hermes scarf with just that sentiment (Carpa diem) but I found it mocked my life so I had to sell it.
i would love to seize the day but with the best will in the world it never seems to happen. My daughter is pregnant and very sick at the moment. Knowing I had run out of bread and that she was visiting first thing I got up early to make some scones so that she could have something plain to eat. Getting up is as far as I got. My mind was willing to seize the day but the thought of the simple task of weighing and mixing was just too much so I had a second cup of coffee instead.
much of my life is like that - I want to do things, I know that I should but finding the energy to do them is another thing altogether. I don’t like living with failure, it makes you miserable so I have cast off seizing the day and aim for something a bit more realistic