Time. The One Thing You Have Too Much Of.

I will never be capable of completely explaining this but when it came to writing, “I’ve got plenty of time,” was my mantra.

From a very young age, I’ve felt time was on my side. Throughout my life I have been a great proponent of patience, of understanding the value of delayed gratification, of stopping frequently to smell the roses and stare off into the distance. I muse; tirelessly. This too, what I’m currently writing and what I hope someone out there is reading, same as above, one more pause of quiet contemplation.

This philosophy of endurance has served me well. It’s kept me out of trouble with the law by curbing every spasm of rage I suffer, taught me that singledom is simply waiting for my best possible partner to come my way, to use three forms of contraceptive no matter how hot and heavy things get (if you don’t have ’em, suck dick and eat pussy kids, it’s good for you and if anyone tells you otherwise, they’re lying) and to not take life and its setbacks too seriously.

It has been a wonderful way of living but the era of time and its infinite length came to a close when that same passive voice reversed its position. Now was time for action.

And I have acted. I have begun to take my writing seriously and have come to the understanding that my success as a writer will directly impact the quality of life I will lead. I don’t mean this in a strictly financial sense but in a very profound and personal manner. For me, to write is to live. It is my purpose. Through the word, I hope to connect past the grand divide which isolates me, to posit ideas into the collective and perhaps, have an impact on this grand experiment known to us as life.

To all those who may feel ensnared by lethargy, that believe they have lived much and accomplished little; be compassionate with yourself. You have got plenty of time. There are no minimum age requirements, we don’t have to be first and we certainly don’t need to apologize for having taken the long road. In fact, perhaps the only prerequisite is that we endeavor at all. Try for as long as it takes and try as hard as you can at any given moment. You will fail. Accept it. Look forward to it. It will sting and when it does, take some time to heal, to sit in reflection of the injury but be sure to get back to the business of attempting and failing. So long as you are actively pursuing your dream, it doesn’t matter if you took the long way round.

Time. It’s the one thing you have too much of so expense it wisely, forgive yourself when you don’t and always follow your passions.