A Thought on Life

Life is ever changing, like the rhythmic beat of a drum. It marches onward, never looking back, but presses on resolutely.
It's hard to keep up with the pace, to treasure moments in passing. Growing up seems a lot like this. Where did all that time go? It just vanished, past by like the bat of an eye. I know a lot of us feel like this. Where did my little children go? Where did high school go?
Time is swift, it is undeniably quick. Sometimes in this whirlwind of excitement you forget to pace yourself.
It's so easy to get caught up in the hurried rush of life's drums. It's so easy to let the little moments in life slip by, leaving us asking where it all went to. We all need to grasp these treasured seconds, like a spark of lightning, only there for a quick flash. Where do I go now?
It seems so faint, like a story with no skipping ahead or sneak peeks. Yet, I know now that life itself is different for every one of us. It's an internal pulsing that pushes us each to different winding roads, different experiences, and different things.
Life will not always be easy. Being out on my own I have to be ready for the boulders placed in front of my marching feet. But if I keep up, move onward, that boulder will soon seem another small pebble along the twisted road. It'll be something I learned from, grew from, overcame, so I could keep pressing on to the amazing story unwinding.
As we continue to move in time with the changing beat, paths will cross. We will be able to touch for but a small glitch in time, someone elses road of life. If we're too focused on the super-sonic rush we may feel from ticking minutes, we will not be ready.
For you see, what truly matters is not just you and your life, but what you do with what comes along your road. Be prepared so that when you cross anothers path you may be able to leave footprints imprinted in their trail, in their life.  Touch another souls journey and in that way they will touch yours.
When you envision the end of the long, sometimes tiring, yet exciting march you want the best-the end of the story. I picture a huge field on a  sunny day. A place of rest, a place of peace, a beautiful place filled with love.
People you've passed along the way wait there, hands outreached. Their cheers can be heard and you know you did well. You lived life, you didn't just pass it by.
When you arrive dirty from the hard struggles, worn from the storms, burnt from the sun, cheeks hurting from the many smiles and laughter shared, hands worn from working your hardest, legs tired form pushing yourself to the limit, worn out from enjoying all you could, you'll look back and with tears in your eyes be grateful.
You can smile, relish what you've done, the amazing life you've lived. Then you won't be alone in celebrating the best and the road that brought you to the very end of your written story to tell.
So, next time you have a moment, slow down. Look around. Enjoy all that's placed before you. Give your best, push yourself to be better. Give your heart, a lending hand, a listening ear. Give yourself a smile. Live to love life and soon you'll love to live life.
It won't be just a hard, tiring, pointless walk. It will become a joyous, happy, inspiring, skip to the end!