Seventy-five years. That's how much time you get if you're lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five Winters. Seventy-five Springtimes. Seventy-five Summers. And Seventy-five Autumns. When you look at it like that, it's not a lot of time, is it? Don't waste them. Get your head out of the rat race and forget about the superficial things that pre-occupy your existence and get back to what's important now. Right Now. This very second. And I'm not saying, drop everything and let the world come to a grinding halt. I'm saying that you could become a seeker. You could be loving more. You could be taking some chances. You could be living more. You could be spending more time with your family. You could be getting in touch with the part of you that lives instead of fears; the part of you that loves instead of hates; the part of you that recognizes the humanity in all of us. And I tell you, That's where you're fortunate.
Roz2014 Roz2014
46-50, F
2 Responses Oct 13, 2015

That's a nice quote yet I still can't identify myself in it and I feel closer to the following quote by Antonella Gambotto-Burke, Mama - Dispatches from the Frontline of Love:

“For years, I worked seven-day weeks, through birthdays and most public holidays, Christmases and New Year’s Eves included. I worked mornings and afternoons, resuming work after dinner. I remember feeling as if life were a protracted exercise in pulling myself out of a well by a rope, and that rope was work.”

When one finds that they have lived their entire lives trying to climb that proverbial well, pulling that rope is vital. It may sound sad and void, yet it's imprinted pretty deeply.

This quote identifies you very well, especially the first paragraph...

Love Eddie Murphy