I don’t have time for taking small steps
I don’t have time for taking small steps I’m 63.
I’ve stopped telling myself one day, one day maybe.
63 years is what it’s taken me to reach the realisation that life is short, very short.
I don’t have time for one day maybe.
I don’t have time for just anything.
So I’ve been giving this some thought.
People told me that starting a new company in my 60’s is scary. But what’s scary?
What’s the worst thing than can happen?
The business fails, well that’s something I’ve experienced a few times in the past.
I run out of money, well that can be replaced.
What’s scary is not making the most of the time I have available, maybe 30 summers at best, that’s scary.
So do I play it safe, fade into the background and become a shadow of my real self.
I can’t play it safe, it’s not my style or who I am, and fading into the background is the scariest prospect imaginable, especially when I know that I have so much to give and create and learn.
The next 30 years are going to pass in the blink of an eye.
Turning 40 feels like yesterday, turning 80 is going to feel like tomorrow.
Time becomes quite distorted in your 60’s, now and today are what matter the most.
I don’t have time for procrastination, over thinking, what if’s and future regrets.
When this life ends, I want it to be with no regrets, because for me having regrets is the scariest thing imaginable.
Carpe annos — Seize the years
