Must We Continue to Be So Cliche? The Time is NOW.

I’m not exactly sure what it’s going to take to turn this ship around. But I know my part requires me to keep saying the same thing over and over in different ways, turning it this way and that way, every day, all day, for the rest of my life. At the risk of sounding cliche.

Here it is for this moment…

You will DIE.
But you are not dead yet.
The time is NOW.

What are you waiting for? What are you holding out on? What are you saying you’ll do this weekend, next week, next month, next year? What are you saying you’ll do after the kids are grown, after you retire, when you pay off the house? What are you saying you need to have happen before you can make a bet on yourself? What are you saying needs to line up, or get together, before you can go for it?

Look, I KNOW you have convinced yourself of two things.

  1. Your life is pretty good! You actually enjoy it. You love the people in your life; you love what you do most of the time; you’re decently proud of yourself for all the ways you’ve survived, made it and got “here.” Look at all you’ve overcome! Look at all you’ve been through!

  2. Your life will be better one day! You regularly look at what’s possible. You have vision, dreams, desires. And they spark a little something in you from time to time that you’re convinced is going to be what inevitably draws those things into your life.

There’s the money situation that you talk about year after year after year. I’ll pay that debt off by 2019; I’ll have started that business by 2015; I’ll purchase that first investment I want as soon as I make $_____ in sales.

There’s the health situation that you keep coming back to again and again. You make progress and feel so good only to have LIFE happen (vacations, holidays, emotional upsets) and get off track. But you get the story going: I’ll start that back up next month! I’ll look into the fitness program tomorrow. This will be so much easier when my spouse is on board…

There’s the time situation that you want more freedom around. I’ll wake up earlier when I can finally go to bed earlier when my kids finally listen to me and go to sleep on time. I’ll really start to enjoy my weekends when I don’t have to spend them cleaning the house and running around showing my face at this and that event. I’ll be able to do whatever I want when I can finally get the money situation together, so I don’t feel tied to someone else’s dime, on my time.

You get it.

Like I said, you’ve convinced yourself of two things: Everything is good now. And life will be better one day.

Guess what?

Life will not be better one day. Because life is NOW. And this is it. Will you choose to live? Will you choose to show up? Will you choose to go for it? Will you choose to embody your body and play the magnificent role of human while you’ve got the chance? Will you say what there is to say, do what there is to do and be who there is to be NOW? Will you dig a little deeper, surrender a little more and be willing to be seen? To take a risk? To take a chance and face your fears?

What’s worse, really? The fear of failure, disappointment and looking weak? Or actually having not lived fully while you’re alive?

Will you decide now? Or will you wait till next week?

Even Tombstones Fade

“Hereby is this monument erected for the perpetual memory of ….”

I can’t remember his name. But I walked by the odd-looking, miniature monument, on my Sunday morning stroll today.

The perpetual memory…

It was hard to read because the thing was so old. I had to stand there for a good 3 minutes, trying to decipher each word, talking out loud as I went…piecing it together until it made sense.

The perpetual memory…

He died in 1918.
I can’t remember his name.
And this stone monument in the park, close to the highway, under some trees, set off to the side is… lovely, but, isn’t really perpetuating the memory of the guy.

I don’t know what he did. I don’t know who he was. I don’t know why I should care. I don’t even remember his name! Except this fading stone monument vaguely points to his existence.

No matter what physical structures are put up in the name of someone, they will pass. Just as the person does. It may take longer to erode stone than the body, but it all gets eroded. Time takes it all. Everything fades. Everything passes.

Except what doesn’t.

Ideas. Energy. Conscious evolution of the same. Existence affecting existence.

“The perpetual memory” then, is inevitable. We need not try. Though we may direct…

Because it is not the memory of our name that is perpetuated. It is the memory of our very existence. Perpetuated through the influence and exchange we had with others while we were alive. It is never-ending as long as those we interacted with — even as brief as a silent smile — will share their existence. And that is a given. It is impossible for us to not be touched by the lives of those around us.

We are all creating this humanity, one-by-one…yet, together.

What memory are we perpetuating?