Have you ever found yourself driving with no destination? Talking and not reaching any point at all? Living one day after another with no purpose? There are times we fall asleep at the wheel, so to speak. Where are you going? Why? When? How? For who? They always say, “you’re missing the big…
There are definitely choices I’ve made in my life which I wound up being not so proud of. But none make me feel as empty and useless as burning through the days. I’m guilty of being a sloth, staying up all night and sleeping entire days away, relaxing a little too much and a little too long, hardly working when I know I should be working hard. There’s a lot you can do in 24 hours. And I think of how many days I can recall not accomplishing anything or taking the initiative and the necessary steps in a task in order to meet a goal. It’s selfish, really. And also very unfair to yourself. And that is the only way I can put it. A friend of mine lost her battle with cancer the day before her 20th birthday last month. I wonder what she would do with one more day here. I bet she wouldn’t spend it in bed.