Life. It's about time.

Living. It's about time, isn't it?
As a very gifted philosopher once murmured, "Life, if goes by pretty darned fast. If you don't stop to look around once in a while, you'll end up missing it."

We all believe we are living. Not just walking, breathing, shopping, eating and working, but living. Doing our best to be our all and prove to ourselves and others that we are here on this orb to make a difference. Am I right?

Nope. Not even close. Not only are we all doing those things in hopes of dying knowing we lived, we are all dying inside knowing that it is our living that is killing us. Slowly. Like eating a footlong hotdog everyday for lunch, albeit some days with cheese and onions, others with kraut and ketchup. Living is killing us.

Why do I say this? Jeff, you ask, just what in the garsh-darned world are you hintin' at?

Think about it a minute, my friend. Are you all that you dreamed you'e be when you were in grade school? How about high school? College? How about as a father, husband, employee?    Human being?

The last one is the biggie. You see, if we all reach our expectations of what a human being is meant to be and accomplish, then the rest come as no-brainers. Of course this theory has it's detractors. No one is ever happy or satisfied with every aspect of his or her life. And nor should we be. You see, our imperfections are what make us human and what those imperfections do is enable us to trade one part of ourselves that we are dissatisfied with for another that is possibly within reach.

That's how I see it, anyway.

Living. It's about time. And time is quickly tickling away. No matter your age, time has a way of raising it's middle finger and telling each of us, "You're number one."

Live now. Make those mistakes. Take those risks and say those things that might offend. One life is without reproach and that is your own. Own it.