“I owned every second that this world could give. I saw so many places, the things that I did. And with every broken bone, I swear I lived.” I Lived- OneRepublic
You are made for so much more than you have yet to offer yourself.
Imagine yourself in 20 years, surrounded by nothing but posted bucket lists and uncompleted dreams that drown in the tsunami of paperwork of your office.
You answer the ringing phone every damn day, with the monotone voice of a robot from Corporate America. You abide by the rules set up by an unnamed source, because that’s what you think life is made up of. At the end of the day, you are alone.
Where did the time go? Just yesterday you were promising yourself next Friday, and then next month, and then next year. You put off your dreams because you were too afraid or out of habit, you found something to hinder your wishes. You shoved these daydreams away in a file folder deep within the crevices of a shelf, to the point “tomorrow” turned into 20 years later and now your frownlines cover what could have been laugh lines or scars.
Spontaneity could have blown dirt in to your eyes and damaged one centimeter of your vision for the rest of your life.
You could have a scar on your thumb from the time you could have gone skydiving, when the latch to your parachute didn’t want to open.
You could have burned off a part of your left set of eyelashes when you could have ventured into the depths of the woods for a bonfire, getting accidentally too close to the flame.
You could have conquered your fear of heights and jumped off that cliff into the shallow, blue waves. Instead, you decided to go to work and kiss your boss’s ass to get that promotion.
You could have the love of your life by now from sneaking out at 2am to embark on an adventure at the top of a building. Instead, you were too scared that you may get caught, and grades were more important that one night.
You could have found that soundtrack on the road trip halfway across the country with your best friends. Instead, you listen to the same, dull songs in your brand new convertible you chose to save up for.
Any of these scenarios could have been beneficial to your life. But there was always an excuse, wasn’t there? There was always a time when you didn’t have enough time, when you had to be somewhere.
When the world stops turning, will you be proud of the life you made for yourself? Will you be overjoyed, excited, that you never did all the things you had planned to do? Will you look back and wish that you had?
Or will you be enlightened that you did? Will you have a story to tell at late night get-togethers that crack the rest of your friends into fits of hysterical laughter? Will you shake your head at the embarrassment as blood rises to your cheeks?
Stop making excuses and pushing off your dreams until tomorrow. Tomorrow it will be “tomorrow.” And then it will be tomorrow. And so on and so forth. Do it now, while you can. While you have air in your lungs. While you have organs in your body.
If you don’t do it now, you never will.
I for one, don’t want to spend my whole life just to climb a ladder of promotions and raises. I want to swim in oceans, and laugh until I can’t feel my chest. I want to love until it hurts, and look back and smile.
I hope you do the same. Because one day, we won’t have anymore hours to look forward to or tomorrows to push on to.
And then do it again.
Until next time,