Time is Running Out

I’m scared of so many things. I’m terrified of owls, marriage, and babies. I’m scared of flunking out of school while trying to get my MBA. I’m scared of never figuring out what my purpose in life is. But most of all, I’m terrified that when the day comes for my time on earth to be over that I will look back and think about all the things I wish I would have done.

I’m haunted constantly by the idea that I am wasting my life.

When I think about subscribing to the life of a 9-5 desk job that I find no passion in with no way out I start to panic a little bit.

There are so many places I want to see. I want to go where no one knows my name and just immerse myself into a different world. I want to meet people that think MY accent is cool. I want to learn about World War II from a non-American perspective.

I realize that not everyone’s desire is to flee the home country and experience other places.

But we all have dreams.

Maybe it’s your dream to plant a garden in your backyard and grow fresh tomatoes and cucumbers. Maybe it’s your dream to run a marathon. Maybe it’s your dream to start your own charity.

Whatever your dream may be- make it happen.

One of the worst feelings I’ve ever experienced is the feeling of remorse. The thought of looking back on my life and wishing I had done something differently.

But it doesn’t have to be like that. We can carry ourselves in a way that ensures we won’t have regrets or remorse.

Allow yourself to follow your dreams. Give yourself time to experience life in 1,000 different ways.

Stop saying someday and start saying TODAY.


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