Have you ever heard something from a distance that might just be in your head? And the thought crosses your mind that perhaps this is the last moment before an aneurysm debilitates or takes you?
Today, I was sitting with my kids and for a moment, just a moment, I heard a loud bass-like sound. The tots didn't flinch which led me to believe I was the only one aware of the strange distant boom. For a second I thought about all of the things I had never done. The dreaded bucket list begins to flow: live in India for a month with a guru, learn francais, see all of the great operas, raise happy people, spend a vacation tasting beautiful champagne in France, hot air balloon ride.
Why do we wait so long to fulfill our dreams? What is the purpose of this list? Do we ever truly plan on completing each of these goals?
My theory is that these are supposed to be landmarks of accomplishments that we believe define our character. But really, if you think about it, it's the daily acts that make you who you are, not whether or not you learned to speak french or meditated in India.
Maybe the trick is to live mini dreams every day, to be your own story's hero.
And as I start thinking of closing my eyes it occurs to me that this sound is the beating of my own heart, happy and full of life.
Time to go out and live it.
Cue my happy song.......
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