Dennis Waitley's " Someday Isle"
There's an Island fantasy
A "Someday I'll" we'll never see
When recession stops, inflation ceases
Our mortgage is paid, our pay increases
That Someday I'll where problems end
Where every piece of mail is from a friend
Where all the nations can go it alone
Where we all retire at forty-one
Playing backgammon in the island sun
Most unhappy people look to tomorrow
To erase this day's hardship and sorrow
They put happiness on lay-away
And struggle through a blue today
But happiness cannot be sought
It can't be earned, it can't be bought
Life's most important revelation
Is that the journey means more than the destination
Happiness is where you are right now
Pushing a pencil or pushing a plow
Going to school or standing in line
Watching and waiting, or tasting the win
If you live in the past you become senile
If you live in the future you're on Someday I'll
The fear of results is procrastination
The joy of today is a celebration
You can save, you can slave, trudging mile after mile
But you'll never set foot on your Someday I'll
When you've paid all your dues and put in your time
Out of nowhere comes another Mt. Everest to climb
From this day forward make it your vow
Take Someday I'll and make it your now!"
Life mounts on falcon-like keels, taking quantum leaps so that this minute you're a toddler fiddling with a feeding bottle and then the next fleeting second you're on your deathbed. This is overwhelming and scary and exciting and demanding all at once.
While growing up every (or most) child gets to answer this question, "What would you like to be when you get much older?" With mirth of their cute little faces, you get quick (or delayed answers) mostly coming from a place of their interests, likes, what-mummy/daddy-tells-me-to say, etc. But as they grow up, they get to truly and fully (most of the time) discover what paths they'd love to take in life. For some persons, this (dream(s), purpose, etc.) are very well defined but for others it's as complicated and multidimensional as it can get. That's fine too. Whichever the case, you need to strive to pull through, to do all that you can to see that your dreams come through. So many ideas and dreams lie stale and putrid in the grave, no wonder it is said that the grave is the most wealthy place on earth. I believe that too on this account.
If you are a Mel/Phlegmatic like me, it's easier to dream; have a world of beautiful ideas put to play in your head but the 'working/acting' part takes forever or doesn't even get manifested at all. Procrastination is the order of the day where we keep putting off our responsibilities to tomorrow, then to the near future and then to forever. It's sad. Really very sad. But time is spinning, spinning really fast that all you've got to do is stand up and work the talk. Act. The worst tragedy is not even dying but having so much bubbling in you when you fall asleep in the grave. And no! You are not living out your dreams for you alone but for this generation, the next generations to come; for humanity and interestingly, everything we do here on earth reverberates in eternity.
Wouldn't it be a thing of great joy and ecstasy that when you're old and unable to do anything, you'll look back to the yesterdays of your life and smile, a mirthful smile because you've accomplished all that you'd set your heart to accomplish?
The good news is that nobody gets to penalize you for lying still for all this years without bringing your dreams to light because there's hope. There's hope because there's life and you can start now, here, afraid. Anyhow, just start. Time's a sly friend. You got this!
The goal should be to Live Full and Die Empty. It should.
Contributor #Udeme #Wahlay