At some
point in time, all of us have sat and wondered, “Where has the time
gone?”
Right now, I
am still a fairly new father. I have an amazing two-year-old little boy who is
the pride of my life. When he was born, he, due to being one month
premature, spent 13 days in the hospital, which felt like an eternity at the
time. Since then, he has grown to become the proverbial bouncing baby
boy, who is not so much a baby any more. I often find myself thinking
about the two short years that have passed since he was born, and all of
the craziness that has happened in the meantime. My wife finished a
degree in dental hygiene, I’ve started work on an additional degree, and we’ve
outgrown our home, my truck, and a bunch of other things like clothes.
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We, as
humans, tend to take for granted the small things that make life fun, like
spending time with our families, looking for that bigger house, bigger car, or
new clothes for the little dude. We tend to only look at the junk that
life seems to throw in our path. I am truly beginning to realize the
meaning behind the statement that “life is too short”. Here I am at 30,
father of a two-year-old, husband, student, and teacher, finding that I can
keep allowing life to slip quickly past, or I can take control, step up and do
with it what I want. I pray to not have a “mid-life” crisis for at least
another 20 years, and I am going to work to make that happen.
Be your own
inspiration, get out there, do what you want to do before you are lying in your
deathbed asking yourself “Where has the time gone?”
