The man who awakens and the man who never slept

Let me ask this to whoever is listening:
Is it worse to be:
The man who wakes up one day and realizes he is old, who sees suddenly that he is no longer young, that his youth quickly passed him by, that his prime is past and he can never return to the best moments of his life, and then weeps for all the adventures he should have had.
OR
The man who lives his life watching it pass him by, enjoying every second of it, but entirely aware of how quickly that second passes, every second knowing that his youth and prime is passing too quickly and wishing as hard as he can to slow it down, until the day when he wakes up and realizes that the long journey of life has finally taken his youth from him.

Should one be surprised with the inevitablity of age and the things they should have done or should they be painfully aware of how quickly life is passing them by whilst living it.

Camp Sequassen

Oh Camp Sequassen, our Camp Sequassen
we'll love you still where-ere we roam
and guard your honor with pride and courage
loyal to our camping home

We may be far beyond the mountains
upon the sea or in the air
but we will never forget Sequassen
we'll take her spirit everywhere

Oh Camp Sequassen, our Camp Sequassen
we'll love you still where-ere we roam
and guard your honor with pride and courage
loyal to our camping home

The years may roll on, until with sorrow
Our heads are bent with grief and care
But we will sing for our Camp Sequassen
And take her spirit everywhere

Oh Camp Sequassen, our Camp Sequassen
we'll love you still where-ere we roam
and guard your honor with pride and courage
loyal to our camping home

And when the day comes that we are leaving
We'll smile and cheer and sing a song
For we'll return to our Camp Sequassen
It's the place good scouts belong

Oh Camp Sequassen, our Camp Sequassen
we'll love you still where-ere we roam
and guard your honor with pride and courage
loyal to our camping home

And now we sing for those who've passed on
We met them here in years gone by.
They lived and worked here, they touched out hearts here.
may there spirits never die.

Oh Camp Sequassen, our Camp Sequassen
we'll love you still where-ere we roam
and guard your honor with pride and courage
loyal to our camping home