A Way to Stop, Drop, and Let Go

Live like there is no tomorrow.
I have heard this saying many times throughout my life.
I am hearing it again. Except, I am hearing this differently for the very first time.
Just live.
Just do it.
Go. Or live like your life depends upon it.
Live like there is no tomorrow and like our life depends on this because, in all fairness, your life does depend on it.

There is no more time to live and worry. There is no more time to exist and not live life to its fullest.
“Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country.”
This was a line my Mother used to type when she was warming up her typing skills.

I am unsure if I am a good man or not.
However, now is the time for me to come to the aid of my life and to not only live accordingly, but I have to live to the best of my ability. Otherwise, what’s the point?

There is no sequel. This is our one and only shot.
Second chances and third chances are limited to a very small few.
We all know this and we know this all too well.
Life can pass by without leaving a message.

So?
Why bother harping on the unwanted or pining over the people who failed us or left us unfairly?
Why recalculate the past?
Why relitigate what happened?
Why bother with this at all when we can live and disregard the hardships?
We can live as if they never happened or took place.
And I am fine with this.
I am fine to abandon the memories and forget what was.
I want to see what is.
I want to live for what will be.

You can wake up tomorrow and realize that almost everything you have is gone.
Nothing is left. You can live in the loss or live in the gains.
This is a choice.
I can live my life and be hinged upon what happened.
Or I can let go of my connection to what was or what took place.
Goodbye . . .
I have abandoned my memory.
Memories can linger and remind us how we failed to launch.
Memories can remind us of what we missed or regret.

Memories remind us that we left too many stones unturned.
Too many things were left unsaid.
Over is over.
The past is the past and fate is fate.
I have to remember that destiny is destiny. Since this is true, then we have to realize that time is fleeting.
And yes, the time to live is now.

There is no tomorrow.
There are no guarantees.
Life happens.

Love comes around and whether we recognize this or not; life is moving faster than we think.
The time is shrinking, more and more.

I am far from the beginning and past the midway point of my earthly existence.
Minutes add up into hours.
Hours become days and days become weeks.
Weeks become months and months become years.
And yes. . .
Life can pass us by, if we are not careful.

Sure, we can put something off.
We can procrastinate.
We can depend on tomorrow and hope the window of opportunity doesn’t close.
We can wait and we can pause or be cautious.
And we can miss our chance to see the lights.
We can miss out on the chance to see the sunset or to dance with each other.

But what kind of life is that?

I have no more time to waste.
The term “never“ is interesting because the definition of “never” has the ability to exist, especially if I fail to execute my plans and shoot for my dreams and live my best life.
I agree.
There are things that are never going to happen.
The past will never be the present.
The future will never be behind me.
I will never be who I was again.
Never . . .
I will never have to go backwards or restart something that is gone, or lost, or dead and buried.
Never. And that’s good.

Time is moving and the clock is ticking.
It is good to realize that the lies are behind me.
It is good to let go of the anger or the hurt.
Even better, it is amazing to let go of the people, places, and things that are not deserving of a position in my life.

People do or say what they do — and fine. There was a time when people meant more, or I believed more. But life unfolded and revealed the truth.

Suddenly, accusations are pointless.
Lies are lies. Hypocrites are hypocrites.
Cheater’s cheat and the narcissist will always make you feel guilty for their crimes.
I admit to my position and to doing all the above as well.

But not anymore.
Time is too precious to waste on the underserving.

I remember hearing the best revenge is good living.
I disagree.
Revenge gives people too much regard.
The best revenge is when you decide to live life and not think about or need revenge at all.

My aim is to live to the point where even my regrettable past and my tragic memories are unobjectionable.
Unobjectionable, as in gone!
Therefore, I am otherwise unbothered by anything unworthy of my attention.

It’s nice, this idea of change.
It’s nice to be detached.
It’s nice to stop overthinking and to stop, drop, and let go.
It’s good to be myself again, or to believe or to notice someone and say to myself “see her? Now THAT is what beauty is supposed to look like!”