Last night I saw a movie, I won't say what it is, I think that will make this story more interesting to you.  But a line from it sparked so much thought behind it I had to write about it. 

There was one simple line said towards the final moments of the film.  "So much life is lost on the waiting."  It is an inspiring line. How many of us with for a happy ending and the waiting becomes our bane.  The waiting destroys hope and happiness.  The waiting eats up the time we could have spent living.

When I was a young man, I had a goal in life.  To be a wise man at an early age.  I didn't' want to waste my life waiting and learning lessons the hard way.   But the reality is in order to live life and learn lessons you must get out there and live life as if you were a dying man living on borrowed time.  Living every moment as if it counted more than anyone could possible understand.  Of course your ethics really kick in then.  Do you lie, beg, borrow and steal or do you work hard to accumulate life experiences and riches on a righteous path?  

Life is lost on waiting...  How much of our lives are lost on waiting?  Waiting for love?  Waiting for a chance at a job, waiting g for a break to come our way... waiting in traffic!   It always comes down to living.  Sometimes we decide we want to live more depending on the season. What is it about spring and summer that makes life so worth living?  You wake up early in the morning either knowing it's going to be a great day or pensive day as soon as the light of day hits your eyes.  From working in the garden, getting your hands into the earth to skating along in a park with the wind to your back.  It just lifts your spirits.

Working outside at this time (spring) of the year is tolerable and even fun and rewarding.  Taking in a baseball game as the sun has come down, you find yourself licking an ice-cream knowing that every sweet lick is lighting up your senses.  You are not waiting here, you are living.  In the experience you must enjoy it then, not look back nostalgically.  These are the salad days.  Note: Salad Days is in fact a idiom I've lived by for all my years.

It's strange in the deep of fall and the dead of winter you can lock yourself in reading a book, playing a video game or hosting a dinner party, but nothing compares to a day where the humidity is non-existent, your energy is at its peak and there is nothing you are not willing to accomplish.  Strangers are friends and friends suddenly have stories to tell. 

When the sun is gone and the sky turns day to night, lights are brighter and brilliant.  Walking out to a dinner, you sense a reward in the journey alone. 

Here I make my point, for some of us the journey is the waiting, but I disagree.  The journey is the reward and you must live in that moment.  There is no waiting when you are living.  The journey becomes your destination and the you memories you make.

Note: If you don't know the movie and really want to know it... drop me an e-mail.