“Life is the whim of a billion cells to be you for a while.”
We begin life with the potential for anything and everything. As we meander along, we find ourselves on a multitude of paths winding in all directions. Some travel high, some low. Some are shortcuts and others lead way off the beaten path. Every now and again, a path takes a serious twist and it feels like we’ve lost some serious ground. All these ways to travel, but at the end of the day, we’ve always moved forward, even if only a little. Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but you can start now and make a new ending.
I’ve had occasion in the past year to realize just how short life really is. I’ve spent the better part of the last eight months filling my life with as much as I can handle, which I now recognize as another form of denial. Because despite all the activities, and all the thoughts, and all the business I’ve been trying to fill my life with, I don’t have a lot to show for it. At least not where my heart is concerned. I feel that I haven’t really been living so much as existing, and in the process of just existing, I lost myself a little bit.
It’s not just another stuffy old adage – Life is too short, and the time we spend just existing we can never regain. Life may be short, but the thoughts, the words, and the memories it holds will last forever, and here in this little corner of the wide world, I will share these things.
I may be introspective, I may be witty, I may be sad, sarcastic, witty, angry… I have my moments and I’m never entirely certain what constitutes that moment. But as long as I share something of myself, maybe I’ll retrieve a little of myself in return.