The After

So much to say but so few words.

The story of my life.

It seems like the days get easier without me knowing what's going on. I wake up one day and I've changed. The person I am today is not the person I was yesterday or the person I will be tomorrow.

Such is life.

The moral? Love the journey, dumb ass. Because the moment you're in right now will never happen again. Never. So love the journey, dumb ass, or the journey's going to make you wish you did.

A few weeks ago I read a book one of my good friends gave me. The author said life was essentially made up of two parts: the Before and the After. The Before is everything prior to the moment when you realized what life was about. The After is your new life.

A fresh beginning. A clean start. One more chance. Life blesses each of us with this. The question is not when but how we will respond.

I've realized that life is either what you make it or what it makes you.

I wish I could explain it better. I can't seem to sum it up what I'm trying to say. But I know that some of you know what I mean.

Cherish the ride. Love everything and hate nothing. Run or walk. Scream or cry. Talk or listen. Sing or dance. Sit or stand. Pray or sin. Swim or float. Laugh or mope. Dig or fly. Life or death. Love or hate.

Do something. Anything. Just do something. Feel alive, even if it's just for a second. Feel anything, even if it's just fleeting.

Never stop searching.

Because Death isn't when you stop breathing, but when you stop living. That is if you ever started.

Scary, isn't it?

To think that maybe, just maybe, you haven't been alive for most of your life. But concentrating on the past leaves you unable to enjoy the future.

Here's to praying we all realize this before it's too late.

So much to say but so few words.

The story of my life.