Silly World

What will you do with this time? With your hour in the gym? With this day? With your life?

Will you fill it? Squander it? Waste it? Merely get lost in the weights, the workout, the days and the details ... your actions never adding up to more than the sum of their parts. Partial range of motion. A so-so workout. Some of those goals.

• Will your life pass you by like a warm summer breeze, heavy with possibility but light on achievement?

• Will the bars stay racked and the kettlebells unswung and the balls merely decoration?

• Will your heart stay heavy with want for so much in this life, while your lips pass only frivolities?

What happened to the new life you were going to live — the one with mad passion and breathtaking dares?

It sits now in your closet, behind the old sweaters, waiting to come out and play, lost among the broken shoes.

You had such dreams and plans, such life and energy, such want. Desire sprung from every word you passed. You wanted it all, and you had plans to get there.

What happened?

Or, more importantly: is it too late?

Only you know this answer.

Perhaps life's bell has rung for you. Maybe you are too old, too worn, too tired, too busy, too young. Maybe you will never have what you want, wanted, still want. Maybe you will die like this, right here, right now. Would that be okay?

Or maybe everything you ever wanted is still waiting for you, and all you have to do is stretch farther than you've ever stretched, love more than you've ever loved, dare more than you've ever dared ... and grab that which you do not want to miss (oh no, you could not bear it), that which you do not want to die without. 

Silly world.

Get moving. Everything you dreamed can still come true. But you have to be willing to die, at least a little, to become truly alive.