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I turn sixty five a month from now and as I look back to
where I’ve been and forward to where I’m going I understand that even with the
prospect of a long life (I had an aunt who died last year just short of 109 and
both of my parents are still living...my father is over 90 and my mother is in
her late 80s) I have fewer years in front of me than years behind me.
When I quit my job ten years ago to explore my lifelong
interest in writing and my new found interest in photography the possibilities
seemed endless. Now I realize the
possibilities may be endless but my life is not. With that in mind I’ve been looking at my
future with different eyes and shifting my priorities.
I use to fear I would run out of creative ideas. Now I know
I won’t and turning sixty five makes me want to only pursue the ones that speak
to me the loudest. So I’ve been asking
myself which of my have-to-dos really have to be done and which of my
want-to-dos are left over from the past and hold no interest to me anymore and
which creative projects have grown so big in my mind that if I don’t turn them
into something tangible my head will explode with the keeping of them inside.
And here is what I have concluded. The number of years I have lived and the
number of years I have left to live aren’t what’s important...living each day
of those years is what counts. Doing
what I love is what makes me want to get out of bed each morning. Doing what I love will keep me from getting
old...life is too short to do anything else.
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