22 Dec 2017
What do you know, I'm 42.
Twice the legal age.
The one we were all racing for.
No one races for forty-two.
Perhaps we shouldn't race at all.
The race is over.
Stop. Look around. See. Listen. Be. Breathe. Smile. Cry. Emote. Live.
To live life fully, the saying goes, follow your passions...
Chase them down the hall.
Peak around the corner at them.
Follow them on facebook.
Stay up late at night and dream about them.
Dream with your friends about how wonderful a life together with your passions would be.
At forty-two, "If only" turns around and looks backward...
It becomes inspired by what it now sees in the past
It charters a new course from a new understanding
It becomes "Only if..."
Only if something fills my life with passion and purpose will I do it
Only if I've learned the lessons from the failure, will I move on
Only if I'm bringing joy to those around me, will I find joy in myself
Only if I am fully, 100.0% present with you, am I being 100.0% real with myself.
42. The year of the fighter pilot.