Came across some posts about getting old or expressing regrets that YOG came too late. Can’t help but feel a tinge of regret as I read some of those posts.
I once read that life is measured by time. I couldn’t agree more. It’s not about what you do, but whether you can have time to do what you set out to do.
Time takes away our youth, our beauty, our strength, our agility and our health and eventually it takes away our ability to take the next breath.
We procrastinate. We think there’s tomorrow. We think we will do it one day. Someday. But what if that day never comes?