Tick Tock

 Too often do I find myself “living for the weekend.” I dread Monday’s, but let’s be real, WHO DOESN’T? Then comes Tuesday, nothing special… Wednesday: http://youtu.be/6Fa7dI2TyDc
(Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike! WOO WOO!)
Thursday’s thought is that I’m nearing the end of the week (Can I get an AMEN?). And finally, Friday. Glorious, GLORIOUS Friday: TG.
The weekend is usually great, but it comes and goes. And then the routine begins again.
We constantly complain, me included, about not having enough time. Enough time to socialize, relax, essentially enjoy all that life has to offer.
There are 1,440 minutes in a day and 365 days in a year. That means, there are 525,600 minutes every year. If we live to be 100 years old (*God bless those centurions), we would have 36,500 days, or 52,560,000 minutes…
But I want to start from the very beginning of life. From the very first day
You and I were alive before we even entered this world. Strange thought, isn’t it? We were (and still are) something someone – loved before we even knew our own name, a blessing to people we had yet to meet. People talked about us, our futures, our soon to be traditions, our new family.   People patiently awaited our coming into the world, a spellbinding world filled with mysteries, adventures, and fairy tales. We were safe.
And then we came. Finally. 
We were naked yet cloaked by innocence, blind but witnesses of such humble joy and faith. Simply beautiful.
As we grow up, we explore this world of magic and puzzling secrets, sometimes opening doors that were better left unopened. We fall, we fall a lot… but we always get back up. We are our own inspiration of unyielding courage and self-confidence. We are the little toy soldiers dressed in overalls and light-up sneakers, learning, growing, and discovering. We lived in a safe world, a world of kings and queens, and happy endings…
Later on, specifically between the years of 12 and 19, we think we know everything. Oh yes, those dreaded teenage years, at least for our parents. Remember those doors? They’ve been painted now, with illusionary incentives and other various enticing predicaments. Alcohol, pharmaceuticals, and sensual liaisons. School challenges us and we discover the true test of friendships. Comparisons and jealousy attempt to rob us of our self-esteem, making us wondering, “are we worth it? Are we good enough?” We question our current situations, not to mention our futures. What are we going to do with the rest of our lives? We mature and fully open our eyes… The world around us transforms, revealing the phenomena of reality, the good, the bad, and the ugly of this game. We live in a world full of prosperity but also instability. It’s a world of opportunity and corruption, a restored faith in humanity, and a world of apprehension and skepticism.
This is my world.
Then come the roaring 20s: social events, parties, dressing up, making connections, the utmost freedom of becoming a young adult.
“I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.” 
We gradually come to recognize ourselves, our newly formed identity. Of course we can change our appearances, but the question now is how do our morals stand? If standing at all? This world is a world of entertainment, challenges, and personal revelations. If we live responsibly in this world, we will benefit immensely, flourishing in more ways than one.
Mid-life crisis? Obviously obligated to do something completely and totally insane. Insane meaning exploring the world outside your comfort zone. This world? [smiles]
We continue growing, learning, and living. We laugh, we cry, we struggle, and we succeed. We face times of hardship, and times of wonder. We fall in love, and we fall out of it. We pass on our wisdom to our children, our grandchildren, and potentially even great-grandchildren…or we find ourselves educating others, whether it be adults or children, we share our stories to help others find their footing… after all, we find ourselves wanting to create a better world for our children and all the upcoming generations.
And on the very last day, we come full circle. We realize how short of a life we have here, but how splendid a life we will have after. Just as we entered this world with a joyous impact, we leave just as so, humble and thankful. We depart knowing we are loved even if we cannot remember our own name, possibly having become a future role model and inspiration for someone… even if we never get the chance to meet him or her, at least not on this earth. We laugh and reminisce on the memories of fairy tales, silly adventures, falling in love, and the beauty of growing old. We are naked once again, but this time, we are bathed in wisdom, knowledge, and gentleness.
We walk to His open arms, holding his hand like the children we are, and together we enter through the Golden Gates to our final destination.
This time we have here is short-lived, but how we decide to live it is up to us.
“Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten, you’ll still have your stars.”
~Jeannette Walls
The Golden Gate to Heaven by louieschwartzberg

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