Sometimes rather than jumping into life with the exuberance of a child, boarding a new ride at the county fair; we play it safe, waiting instead for that conjured-up image in our mind of what we think life should be, to manifest itself.
Never giving thought, that as we wait for that picture-perfect life, the hands of time are not waiting with us. Instead, they continue to click off the moments, days, weeks, and years, keeping time with life; just as a metronome clicks with each swing of its pendulum, marking the tempo of a song.
Until one day, and all too soon, life has passed us by.
Don’t wait, my friends, grab life by the horns; as if it were a bull waiting in the chute, of that rodeo event you witnessed as a child.
Holding on tight, as you enjoy the exhilaration of life’s ups and downs, twists and turns; because whether it be eight seconds, seventy years, or somewhere in between; it will be the best ride you’ve ever known.
“The proper function of a man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.”
~Jack London (1876-1916)