These days, I’m not sure that’s good news or bad news.
I’m kind of excited that I am expected to live to 85, but worry how I will be able to work that long. I mean, at the rate things are going, I will surely be working until I die.
None of us know how long we will be here. I’m not completely convinced that’s a good thing. Not knowing our expiration date has a price.
Without a sense of urgency, so many of us spend way too much time holding grudges, plotting revenge, standing on principle or wasting endless hours in front of the TV.
Life is fragile and its unpredictability is beyond frightening.
So I have a simple question; would you live your life differently if you knew the day and time you would die?
If I knew I was on the short end of a clicking clock, I would make amends where amends needed to be made. I would bake from scratch, I would forgive, I would make love more often and I would hug longer. And I would travel.
Spain, Ireland, Italy and Australia will always be there. It never occurred to me that I wouldn’t.
That phrase “Where’s the fire?” comes to mind. I wish for you to have a fire in your life; a spark that triggers action, an urgency that calls out so strong that you have no choice but to live your life how you know you should and can.
If there is no fire of urgency in your life … light a match.
And then run like hell with wild abandon and live your glorious life.
I’ll be right behind you.