Another year goes by. I am certain I am not the first who has noticed that out perception of time seems to speed up as we age. As a child, tomorrow never comes. time moves so slowly, we are looking to the future and it cannot get here soon enough. First day at school, birthdays, holidays, vacations, all come slowly when we are young.
Then one day, the bills are due again too soon, taxes due to be paid again, school clothes need to be purchased again, already. So many responsibilities, and time is speeding up, giving us no breaks. We constantly wish for more time to get things done, more time to gather the money we need.
As we enter our latter years of life, it seems like years pass with the speed of weeks. Before we know it, another birthday has come and gone. Most of us stop placing any importance on our Birthdays, through middle age. We are reluctant to acknowledge we are getting older, and time is passing.
Then comes a time where each additional year is an accomplishment. So many of our friends and loved ones have passed from our lives, we begin to feel blessed that we are still here. Some of us wonder why.
Many of us begin to take assessment of our lives. What have we accomplished, what have we left undone? Some of us will enter our final chapter of life with wonderful memories of all we have experienced. A few of us will still be experiencing new adventures and creating new memories. Unfortunately, some people will be reflecting on missed opportunities, dreams unrealized, adventures never realized.
I ask you, which will you be? Will you enter the fall and winter of your life frustrated and bitter?
Knowing that you could have done more, seen more, experienced more, if only....
I fulfilled my responsibilities as a Father, a Son, as a business owner, as a responsible citizen. Then, I decided the next few decades are to be all about me. Not really, that sounds too selfish.
What I mean is, I have dreamed long enough, yearned long enough, now it is time to live my dreams, to see what is over the next hill. To explore our wonderful world, to create those memories, and to ensure I go to my grave, happy, satisfied, fulfilled. I owe it to myself to do these things. The people I love would not like me as an old, frustrated and bitter man. I hope they will understand, maybe follow my example, and live their dreams.

