People kept telling me, “Not now, it’s too early.”
How different our minds are!
I’d be going, it’s getting late.
Life and time mean different to me.
It’s not a calendar or a clock.
Time is like air, a sea of wind constantly flowing—submerging everyone with no escape.
I feel time as I pass through it, like a gentle wind brushing unto my skin.
I feel time—it flows and flows, even when in sleep.
Yet, people can only hear the ticking of the clock.
They have an ironic belief that they would die, but not now.
Time flows on them, while unconsciously believing that they are still teenagers.
Teenagers at late 20s, 50s, or 80s.
People know about birth and death and the milestones in between.
They sense predetermined milestones, cultural activities, and accidents—if life was a day, their euphoria lies at times when the cuckoo clock chimes every hour or when it breaks.
People are born, then die, but they live as immortals in between!
They keep pushing their dreams and goals until their time has ended.
Yes, they know their time will end, so they celebrate as much as they can.
They feast, celebrating life itself.
They allow themselves to be blind of time.
Don’t they know they are not physically (and even mentally) capable when they reach another phase of their lives?
This is fine, because they have been always fine with it.
Some people are accustomed to live life in known patterns: graduate, find a job, build a family, loan a house, loan a car, put children in expensive schools, work harder, pay loans, retire, and then die.
They want me too to live a passive life, but I prefer taking actions.
I don’t celebrate cultural norms like an achievement, they are what they are—a passing day.
I limit giving advice to others, but to the people I care I don’t hesitate to share my thoughts to them, no matter how vile the truth is.
There’s this important person in my life, and she somehow went past 30s without a clear path in life, she just let it unfold without risking or sacrificing for her dreams.
And I told her to do the following:
1. Keep a journal
2. Write your dreams
3. Organize the list
4. Encircle your top five
5. Dedicate a page for each goal
6. Break it into steps
7. Set a completion date
8. Revise you bucket list
It’s good to see someone helping her own self, now believing that she can and she will.
I celebrate when I accomplished something worth celebrating no matter what time or day.
I wouldn’t serve an annual banquet for the sluggard, but I would offer a feast for someone who accomplished feats, both big and small.
They don’t actualize time as a segmented line with partitions of phases and the fulfillments of both desirable and undesirable events.
I have the obligation to fulfill what I want to fulfill at the time I set.
I set my milestones in life and not the other way around.
Those gut feelings will guide you, listen to it.
There is risk, but there’s also the actualization of dreams when you commit to it.
So, how many dreams are allowing to die in your deathbed?
Sarcastically whispers back, “Not now, it’s too early.”
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