Let’s be brief . . .
What are you going to do when the moment is at hand?
Are you going to sit and watch? Or will you take the shot or take the risk and run with it?
I’d rather run with it
And go. . .
I’d rather feel the thrill. I’d rather take the bull by the horns than sit and wish or waste another minute and find myself wondering whether something “big” could have happened (or not).
There are only so many windows of opportunity. There are only so many chances because life itself is finite, and not infinite. Those opened windows called opportunity will not stay open forever. No, they will eventually close and just like that, the chances we never took can vanish into nothing and become an idea that shapes in the form of regret.
And let’s face it, folks,
regret is a bitch!
What am I going to do if or when the time is right?
Am I going to sit and watch?
Will I think about all the things that could go wrong?
Or am I going to strike while the iron is hot?
What will I do when the window of opportunity is wide open?
Will I look through?
Will I consider the odds?
Will I think about my past or think about everything that went wrong before and will I fail to launch and find myself regretting the fact that no, I didn’t do as I dreamed and what will become of me then?
There are only so many times when we can move and take advantage of the moment. There are only so many moments that can be grabbed like a bolt of lightning. There are only so many chances we get to reach for the stars before we lose the ability to reach at all or grab for anything.
What are you going to do when the moment is at hand?
Are you going to sift through the past moments or flip through the ideas of when everything went wrong?
Will you think about the past humiliations and hold other people responsible for the pains they never caused?
I have sat and watched the world go by, more than once.
I have failed to reach and failed to launch. Yes, I have failed to love in return; and more, I have failed as a result of my insecure fears. I have failed, due to my unresolved tensions, which have done nothing for me but remind me of the times when I tried and failed or how I fell and felt the shame or found myself down and out and on the ground, too weak to stand up again.
I have winced and flinched and cringed with the anticipation that something can and will go wrong. Therefore, in my expectation for the worst, I failed to see the best and failed to feel the wind through my hair and the sun on my face. And ah, I like the wind through my hair and yes, I love the feel of sunshine on my face.
What does happiness look like to you?
Or wait—
What does the word success mean to you?
What does it mean to “seize the day?”
What does it mean to cast the differences aside and to let yourself go or just feel it or to just enjoy the time—and what does it look like to have yourself be in the moment “when” the time is perfect and the lighting is just right and there, standing right in front of you—there it is, all you’ve asked for and all you’ve ever dreamed about.
But wait . . .
What does your dream look like?
What are you going to do when the moments arise?
Will you see them when they do?
Will you notice?
And when you do, will you grab on and hold on tight?
I will.
I’ve let too much go in the past.
I’ve lost too much time and saw too many windows close on me.
But fortunately, the past is gone.
And we?
We don’t live there anymore.
So, like I said when I opened this page, I’ll keep this one short.
Sometimes, short is good.
Sometimes, we need to cut out the bullshit and get to the point.
We need to stop talking and start doing.
So?
What are you going to do about today?
Are you going to make something of it?
Or will you do nothing, but sit and watch?
The Written Addiction 