The Why.

I never write on Thursday nights.  Most Thursday nights, I find myself watching television watch me.  I eagerly await Friday, and I am thoroughly convinced that the earlier I sleep on Thursday nights, the sooner Friday will come.  Sometimes it works.  Sometimes it doesn’t.  Tonight, I have something to say.  We are all living on borrowed time.  We live as though tomorrow is the expectation rather than the gift.  Like used cars purchased at dealerships on the side of the road, life doesn’t always come with guarantees.  I want you to understand me.  I want you to understand that you were meant to do more than work, pay bills, work, pay bills, and work again.  Believe it or not, there is a spot in the sands of time that are meant for your footprints, and your footprints alone.  Where will those footprints lead?  Will they only lead in one direction?  Will they lead to a place where no one remembers you?  Will they lead to joy?  While we still have the opportunity to see tonight, live.  If you’re working, close your laptop and love, laugh, or both.  If you’re worried about tomorrow, understand this; today had just as many problems as you anticipate tomorrow.  With that being said, if you made it through today, you’ll make it through tomorrow as well.  What will your legacy be?  What did you give to the world?  Because we are all living on borrowed time, personally, I believe that it is just as important, if not more, to make memories rather than money.  Money is great, but money buys things.  The reality of the matter is that money also rents people.  Everyone knows that renters never stay for long.  Memories purchase real estate on your heart and mind as well as the hearts and minds of those that you interact with.  While every purchase isn’t ideal, each purchase has a story that will rarely be forgotten.  For me, I have wasted so much time in the name of time.  You know, by the time I’m 30, I’ll be…… When I became 30, I wasn’t.  I felt like a failure at 30 because I didn’t properly control time at 25.  Looking back, 30 was awesome because my current time is predicated upon prediction rather than risks.  Like the young man in my 20’s I still feel like I sometimes waste time.  However, I’m slowly beginning to realize that there’s only time.  It’s only time.  This is my time.  It’s time for me to live.  I’m going to do just that.  I’ve decided that I’m going to reintroduce myself to someone that I knew when I was very young, but due to life’s circumstances we grew out of touch.  I’m going to reintroduce myself to me.  As I have shed the masks and cloaks that once concealed the real me, I have grown so proud of myself.  It feels so good to be naked.  I have nothing to be ashamed of.  My greatest fear was to have people that never really loved me be ashamed of me. Today, who cares.  We are all living on borrowed time.  Do yourself a favor and come out of the shell that you have been living in for too long.  Sure, you may have bedazzled the walls, but isn’t it cold and lonely in there?  Step out into the sunshine of your life and let the rays of joy brown your skin.  It’s wonderful.  In the end, the greatest thing that anyone can say about me is that I made them happy.  If I was able to do that for anyone, then my life was not a mistake.  I matter too.  Come out, live your life, breathe, and know that everything is going to be okay.  We are all living on borrowed time.  What will you do with the remainder of yours?  Patrick

It’s almost the weekend, so I hope that you did something for someone else this week for no other reason than to make their lives better.  I hope you’re clearing the path as you’re creating your map.  I hope that you’re happy.  For the first time in a very long time, I sincerely am.  All of my suffering has led me here.  I have found my why of it all.  Now, I understand.

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