I’ve always had a strong belief that this existence is a temporary pit stop in the journey of our souls. I’ve found comfort in the notion that we have chosen our paths on Earth and that whatever comes is part of a greater lesson, a moment that we will look back on and laugh at one day. I also took a certain satisfaction from the knowledge that I have been here before and had the opportunity to experience a diversity of existences. And along with that I had the strong sense that this current life is my final journey on Earth.
But lately I’ve had a crisis of faith. I find myself asking the question, “What if this is all there is? What if we only get one trip?” This thought has not brought me peace of mind. I’ve found myself struggling with the notion that I am missing out on so much and that I have squandered the little time I have. What will I have to show for this life? What effect, if any, have I made on this world and those around me? These questions have begun to haunt me.
I’m beginning to see that time has grown short and I still have so much that I want to see and accomplish. I cannot continue to sit back and watch life unfold around me. I want to participate. I want to leave a mark of my own. But I’ve wasted so much time already. Is there any chance of me making a difference now?
I know in my heart that each day offers us a chance at redemption, a chance to make a choice. I have the power to choose a stagnant fruitless life or I can stand up and take a step towards my dreams. With all the time I’ve wasted, I’ll have to do more than step towards them...
Some running might be needed.
