How does one look back on life and not wonder how absent we’ve
been in the greatest moments of our lives.
Why, why , why…if only. Why do we
let our fears of loss, our perfectionism, our inner lies, and our miss measure
of our worth, keep us from living essentially what is our lives. So many moments wasted on pleasing the ones that didn’t count, taking away our time
from the ones that did. If only, if
only…
But the clock keeps time ever moving forward, like some kind
of Dallowanian Big Ben, a perpetual
steam piston pressing time onward and away.
Away and away we move from what we plan for, so fast, always faster and
faster, pushing onward and onward, away and away from our poorly planed and hoped for
lives, towards our inevitable destination.
Therefore, I say, here and now, sit back, relax and enjoy
the show. The greatest show on earth,
for each and every one of us, is after all our own lives. No matter, king or pauper, no one can deny
that it is our lives to live…so butt out voices in my head, and let me
enjoy the show!
