“Putting things off is the biggest waste of life: it snatches away each day as it comes, and denies us the present by promising the future. The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow, and loses today. You are arranging what lies in Fortune’s control, and abandoning what lies in yours. What are you looking at? To what goal are you straining? The whole future lies in uncertainty: live immediately.”
Seneca
An uncle died this week. Purshottam Shrestha.
Took me back to one of those dark places. Again.
A place where tomorrow is not promised.
A place where the best you can say; a place where the wise thing to acknowledge is that no matter how brutal the day was — you still had the day regardless.
With the news, came the wave of ‘Urgencies’ rushing to the shore.
There’s no better time than today.
There’s no best day than this day.
Pritchett wisely put it,
Make your move before you’re ready!
I tell you where big dreams go to die.
They go to the Planning Place.
Getting ready place.
Ahh..
Preparing myself .. and it’s the biggest con job we work on ourselves.
There are so many bones in that Graveyard where people … It’s always something; There’s always going to be set of reasons to wait.
When you’re going to take the risk?
I hope my drive and aspirations are stagnant, static, saturated and still.
I hope I keep believing that life barely is a synchronous series of episodes and events but rather an open, white, empty canvas with welcoming un-expected brush stokes from no one but ourselves. Looking for ways to write it’s own meaning albeit not necessarily only the meaningful ones necessarily. But ephemerally. But, writing it anyway.
I hope I get tired but complain less.
I hope the man in me keeps believing, keeps saying, keeps encouraging me to live the best version of my life!
Namaste.