I’m always on the lookout for pennies in the street. Once I picked up several dollars along with some cigarette butts and candy wrappers at a drive-thru. The young cashier actually thanked me for ‘cleaning the place up.’ She had no interest in retrieving those coins from the mucky street. None. That’s the problem with the young; they forget that stuff adds up. All of it. Choice by choice, coin by coin, year by year, it just accumulates.
Until one day you wake up and crazy as it sounds, you are actually sixty. That would be: Six Zero. Take 10 six year-olds, tie them together and there you are. . .only not so cute anymore. Of course by now, you have finally figured out that how you look is fairly irrelevant. How you have lived is not. You cannot help but pause and reflect, simply because there are thousands and thousands of days filled with choices you did and didn’t make to recall.
So, indulge me on my birthday as I share my 5-word philosophy: life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you want but you can only use it once. Now some folks will hold onto that coin and consider their options carefully before they put it to prudent use. Others will just stick it in their pocket for that proverbial rainy day, which everyone knows never comes. Some will spend it right away and have nothing left. But the saddest part? Some will look at that coin smack in the face and declare it just ‘isn’t enough.’
Funny thing is, they are both given to us and neither one lasts forever. Extending time is like stretching your pennies. . . at some point there just isn’t anymore. On that happy note, I am headed out to make THIS day, like ALL days as rich with life as I can.