We humans are funny creatures.
We are constantly complaining.
Never happy with what lies in front of us.
Then when we reminisce,
We wish we could travel back,
Through time and space back to the way things were.
Back to the things we once looked down upon,
And wish so hard we could have it all back.
I was speaking with a friend,
Talking about the "Good old days"
When we were younger and made a big deal out of nothing.
The teenage drama.
I miss it.
But when we have it we tire of it.
Whine.
Grumble.
Why can't we be happy with our lives?
Is it so hard?
When we grow old and some day die,
Will we look down from heaven and regret our sour behavior?
Even then will we wish for a redo?
We should live each day with that in mind,
What will we think years down the road?
Will we be proud of the life we've lived thus far?
What can we do each day to make our lives worth while,
Perhaps a smile,
A phone call to a loved one,
A day spent with others,
Helping a stranger,
Taking a risk,
Going on an adventure.
Will you venture off your usual path of daily life enough to make a change?
To make your future as well as your present into one you will never regret.
What will you do?
What are you willing to change?
What will you risk?
