We like to pretend.
That’s there’s time.
Time to follow our hearts; time to fulfill our dreams.
Time to connect and catch up; time to mend the fence.
Time to write the book; time to make the art.
Time to launch the business; time to share the message.
But.
There is no time.
All we have is now.
Tomorrow is promised to no one. And no one gets out alive.
So then.
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” the poet Mary Oliver asked.
What will you do today?