The older I get the more important it is to have time alone with my thoughts. There is a lot to sort out over the last 56 years. When we are kids we are more action than thought and then when we turn eighteen and jump into the world we are wide open with plans and goals, ready to conquer the world and not understanding that we have a tiger by the tail.
We make plans and life happens, we make more plans. Seems every time we think we have it figured out here comes some more information that we could have used yesterday. Granted, most times that information was offered to us by people who have already been there but we denied it because things were going to be different for us.
So, after that tiger we have by the tail kicks our ass enough times we start slowing down and thinking more. For some people that occurs at a younger age. For others like myself, much later in life. On the bright side, I learned more lessons the hard way than most so I now have a clearer, more hands on knowledge of what works and what doesn’t.
Looking back I can see that the majority of my life was spent chasing things that were to come, most of which never happened. Other things I wanted did happen but didn’t work out for various reasons. Like many, I foolishly wasted too much effort because I didn’t use enough logic.
Now I’m here at 56 and the majority of that time I thought I had as an 18 year old is gone. Fortunately if my health holds out I have plenty of years to forget about quantity and work on quantity. If not, I’ll take what I can get. I’m just grateful that I finally got my ass handed to me enough times to make me learn to stop and think while appreciating every day as a gift instead of saying, “I’ll be happy when…” – Coov