A poem by William Shakespeare, a poem that didn’t mean a lot to me when I first read it in my early teens, but more recently, it has become very real coming into passing my mid-30s soon.
The realisation that in 15 years I will be 50 and it feels that I haven’t figured any of life out just quite yet.
Some things, perhaps, through iteration and practice, becomes better overtime.
At the moment, I feel that life unfolds slowly and quickly at the same time. I can barely grasp it.
Pardon me if I’m a little cryptic today.
Life in its own way recently, have spoken to me, revealed truths and sometimes I get a clear picture as the days goes by.
Sometimes, the opposite, a fog. I wonder. What is life telling me?
Or through a life’s incident, a rude awakening and that it can hit home pretty hard.
Priorities shift, goal poles shift.
All these shifting is making living in the moment and the present more important than ever.
Special moments are meant to be made in the “now”, not on the “morrow”.
The saying it’s now or never makes a lot of sense now.
And yet every day, is a new day to live in the now, to make things happen.
Yet, the now is dictated by micro decisions which lead to consequences in the years to come.
Micro decisions today doesn’t seem deadly.
These decisions, when compounded, will be profound.
Overtime, it either ages well or doesn’t age well at all.
And in most cases, a lot of things doesn’t age well.
The question is, will all micro decisions made today age well for tomorrow?
We can bend the rules, change our life story and re-evaluate as we go, if we make a steadfast commitment to make it happen.