“El día de hoy no se volverá a repetir. Vive intensamente cada instante, lo que no significa alocadamente; sino mimando cada situación, escuchando a cada compañero, intentando realizar cada sueño positivo, buscando el éxito del otro; y examinándote de la asignatura fundamental: el Amor. Para que un día no lamentes haber malgastado egoístamente tu capacidad de amar y dar vida”.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
Well, nothing seemed to go right that year. But the final indignity occurred during the performance of A Midsummer Nights Dream. Instead of doing the right thing and awarding me the crown as the role of Puck, they made me runner-up and gave me a minor role instead! At that moment I vowed to make that school pay for valuing my body over my perfect talent.
So, I decided to kill myself to teach that school a lesson. I phoned-up my death in a shooting accident. I had Mr. Keating, who I was secretly seeing after school, help me with all the details. Everything went perfectly. All of Welton Academy had never seen a funeral like mine. Hundreds of people, beautiful eulogies. And then, just as Mr. Nolan was getting everybody in a frenzy of grieving, I rushed out and said, “Yoo-hoo! It’s me, Neil! I’m not really dead!“
Well, the next thing I knew, my daddy was horse-whipping Mr. Keating and dragging me off to Braden Military School in Harvard. It was hard to get my daddy angry but once you did, he could be real peckerwood.
Neil Perry in “How Dead Poets Society Should Have Ended”.