Oh my God, I’m not immortal anymore! What happened? Where’s my neverending youth? My long summers? My bright future?
Gone, gone, and… wait a minute, there’s still future left!
Repeat after me:
I refuse to fall over and let the wagons pass me by on this dusty trail through life, so I’m going to hop up, brush off the dirt and get going! I can still catch an exciting ride and spend some great time with interesting folks who share this long, winding trail.
Sometimes I get confused, with no focus, no specific goal. I find my time being wasted by bad little habits. I can empty my pockets of all those time-wasters and let them fly in the breeze like bits of useless paper. They’ll drop and be forgotten, trampled by wagon wheel and hoof. Ground back into the dust where they belong, nevermore to travel with me.
I’ll look ahead with optimism. I’ll learn to adapt. I’ll ride INTO the possibilities of the future, not UNDER the uncertainties of today.
I have time to see my dreams come true, time to make them real. I can see the horizon, the destination of the sun, the vastness of my life ahead. So much land I can cover, so many places to go.
I will move in sync with time. It will never pass me by. My heart will beat as the seconds tick, and my wheels will roll as hands of time turn. Time to do, time to be, time to see.
Some things will pass, others will remain. I remain, and while I remain I will try things that no one else has tried, do things people say I can’t do. Succeed in ways I was told I couldn’t succeed.
All is not lost. Nothing is gone except my fear and uncertainty. Those are the things I do not need. I shed them off and settle into the saddle of my life, in control of my turns and my steps.
I pull my hat down to shelter my eyes from the setting sun, not setting on my life, but illuminating the trail ahead, preparing the way.
Shining on my future.
My future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades.