Our Short Meaningless Lives
That is how it was described by the "bug" in Men in Black.
Some live about one hundred years, most less. It is hard to portion out our lives when we are young. When we grow old, some of us, that becomes a big problem. For example:
I like to fish. That's hard when your body is going out.
I like to paint. I would like to improve, but that takes time and more painting. I have only so many canvases left and a long list of request from my family members--one more flower before you die, one more bird, one more landscape.
I like to write. I published a novel last hear on Amazon. I would like to write one more. How would that stop me from doing the other things I want to do.
I like to go birding and I like to photograph birds and landscapes. How do I squeeze that in and who will take me. I don't drive more than 20 miles without someone pushing me out of the driver seat--where do you think you are going, Grandpa?
I would like to travel to see my great grand-kids but airline travel is hard for me and I have to have someone take me and the airlines have to wheelchair me around.
If We Only Lived Longer
It would be nice if people did live longer. George Washington could still be president. Albert Einstein could be explaining the wonders of Hubble. Boogie could still be making films. Van Gogh could still be showing us what to do with color. Mozart could still be creating his great music. Who would you add to this list? Probably your grandparents or great grandparents or your sister or cousin or lover.
But our life is short. Time, our most precious commodity, runs out too fast and we hardly notice that.
All we can do is not waste it.
We need to schedule our lives. Perhaps we need to get up an hour earlier and go to bed an hour later. They are good times for working our Internet businesses, something I had to back off of even though it is fun. My interest is not in making money. My interest is in helping others to achieve there goals.
Schedule your life, dear friends.