we don't say it enough

I've told a friend that I've been uninspired. He asked, "How's your writing coming?" And I've told him twice now, maybe even three times, that it's not. It's not coming and I've nothing to say. To which he responded, "Write about this conversation. Write about this concert. Describe how beautiful this day is." I was going to try, but then I was inspired by something else. I won't reveal my muse, but I wanted to say this:

We don't say it enough. And by it, I mean whatever important thing it is to you. Fuck that, actually. Fuck talking. We don't DO it enough. All the things you want to do, all the things you wish you did, all the things you've ever felt important and meaningful, go do them. Do them now before the opportunities pass you by. They could be gone in a heartbeat. Flatliners. Bermuda Triangulated.

Sometimes you can get so caught up in the little things. The hot water heater is broken. My freaking knitting project looks like the sheep threw up. I'm fairly certain my rent check will bounce. Screw it. Forget it all, it'll all be fine. The question is "Are you the person you want to be?" If something uncontrollable happened to you tomorrow that changed everything, would you look back somewhere down the road and regret your actions. Or lack of actions. We can think and dream and hope and pray all we want. Most of the time, it's the only way we can manage to make it through the day.

And by "we", I mean "me." I don't do enough. I don't call enough. I don't know enough. I don't live enough.

This isn't a lecture for the masses. This is for me. A reminder. In case of the apocalypse, this is my bomb shelter. My immunization. My break glass in case of emergency. And behind that glass lies a note:

"This is your life. Do you have any regrets?"