95 Marbles
If you live each day as if it was your last, one day you will be right.
Steve Jobs
In my part of the world, the hiking season is coming to a close. Soon the snow will close the mountain to pedestrians (except for the diehards with crampons who sneak around the fences). At this time of year I start running more, but not before I take the last hike of the season.
Recently, I’ve been opting for the more scenic, less popular trail up the mountain. It’s not as heavily marked as the other trail which has signs marking every quarter. On the path less traveled by, you know that others have gone before you, but you have to watch for the triangular markers so you don’t wander off the path.
The new trail has numbers on the markers, but I don’t know what the number is at the top. It’s kind of like life, really. What if each of the markers represented a year of my life? What would the number be at the finish? What would I do if I knew, say, I was halfway through my life? Sometimes because of my age, I presume that I’m halfway through life but of course I don’t know.
So I take my cue from Steve Jobs, a man who walked before. I get out of my head and onto the trail. I take time to look at the beauty around me, caring less about how far I have to go and more about where I am.
What would it be like if we knew our DOB and our DOD (date of death)? How would we live differently?
Steve Jobs
In my part of the world, the hiking season is coming to a close. Soon the snow will close the mountain to pedestrians (except for the diehards with crampons who sneak around the fences). At this time of year I start running more, but not before I take the last hike of the season.
Recently, I’ve been opting for the more scenic, less popular trail up the mountain. It’s not as heavily marked as the other trail which has signs marking every quarter. On the path less traveled by, you know that others have gone before you, but you have to watch for the triangular markers so you don’t wander off the path.
The new trail has numbers on the markers, but I don’t know what the number is at the top. It’s kind of like life, really. What if each of the markers represented a year of my life? What would the number be at the finish? What would I do if I knew, say, I was halfway through my life? Sometimes because of my age, I presume that I’m halfway through life but of course I don’t know.
So I take my cue from Steve Jobs, a man who walked before. I get out of my head and onto the trail. I take time to look at the beauty around me, caring less about how far I have to go and more about where I am.
What would it be like if we knew our DOB and our DOD (date of death)? How would we live differently?
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