If tomorrow never comes.

Okay.

I know of only one who reads my ramblings anymore.

I post so rarely, nobody bothers to visit here. Which in a way gives me a little more freedom to just post whatever it is I'm thinking.

So, I'll try to do that on at least a weekly basis so I'll have some kind of journal to look back to one day.


After putting my 4-year old son to bed last night, I went outside to take a breather. It's tiring working all day and then being expected to play for 2-3 hours with my son before bedtime. Sometimes I watch the clock and wait for 8 pm to get within range. Sometimes I just go through the motions of play.

As I sat outside, I realized that I'm taking the best part of life for granted. I should appreciate and cherish and enjoy this time in my son's life. After all, how often do you have someone love you so much and put you at the center of their universe. Who else would I rather be with? What am I waiting for? Tomorrow? Tomorrow my son will decide that we don't have that much in common and will rather play with his friends or be alone in his thoughts. Now, I have his devotion. He should have mine.

I've always pushed my happiness and enjoyment of life until tomorrow. When will I stop that line of thinking and start enjoying it now? When will I tell and show those in my life how important they are to me and how much I love them?

For soon, it will be over. And what then?

So much of life is how I put it into context. If I dread something, it will be come dreadful. If I anticipate something with a cheery attitude, I'll generally have fun. Life is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Now, I'm off for the weekend. I plan to go home, throw my son on my shoulders and run like a crazy man around the yard and love every minute of it, even if it hurts.