Life is but a Vapor

Today I’m 30, tomorrow I’ll be 40; What should I do in the meantime?

One of the hardest parts about becoming an adult is losing the ability to dream uninhibited.

As a kid I said things like:

“One day I’ll write a best seller! One day I’ll be a Grammy award winning recording artist.”-

I day dreamed about a magical future close enough to taste but far enough to waste, for hours, days, weeks, months, and even years. Then one day I woke up and realized the future had arrived. Time, is incredibly illusive, and dreams are often illustrated within the imagination where time is temporarily disabled. When I was a kid older folks would always say “time flies.” And now I wonder if there’s a truer statement. Sometimes I’m able to be, uninterrupted by time, and just be. When work becomes water, flowing purposefully, and I’m able to dream like a kid, while delivering like an adult. These moments are home, safe, true, and pure. I enjoy dreaming just to dream. Smiling at the thought of achieving the impossible, but the constant tick of the clock taunts me day and night. It sounds like a metal sledge hammer, pounding against a steel plate In a large empty space, where each crash produces ripples of sound waves bouncing relentlessly off high ceilings and bare walls becoming voices of poignant pressure. To dream as an adult is to understand that Ideas, like infants, are innocent and injured if left unattended. So Like a fire fighter running into a burning building to save a child, I desperately try to rescue each formulating idea from the dorm of dreams on the timeless island of imagination before it’s too late. If life is but a vapor, I better make it count.