And all of my dreams have not come true.
The day after my thirty-ninth birthday, Steve Jobs died. I've spent the last month thinking about this man, who revolutionized the world, in a few short years -- and then passed away at the age of fifty-six. What makes him different from me? What took him to the height of success, and would he define success differently than I do? I suspect that answer might be yes.
I've always been comfortable with my age, but thirty-nine feels like a wake up call. Barring anything catastrophic, I figure I'm about half way there. Or almost half...but not quite.
So, I ask myself, have I ever come close to being the person I am supposed to be? The person I can be? I'm not sure, but I know I've spent a lot of life preparing to live my life and, truthfully, you're never quite ready.
I know I want change -- I want TO change -- but I ask myself what...
See...I don't want to be a better father or a better husband or a better son or a better friend or a better employee or a better neighbor or a better writer or a better photographer...
I want to be a better father AND a better husband AND a better son AND a better friend AND a better employee AND a better neighbor AND a better writer AND a better photographer...
It's time to learn to live. I think it's time to do a few things differently.
It's time to walk the beautiful paths, beyond where the roads bend, and to see where they lead.
It's time to find the source of life.
It's time for perspective. When you have perspective you can find beauty in the highest peaks AND the lowest valleys.
It's time to learn to put reflection to good use.
It's time to look at things from a different angle...
...and maybe find the light, hidden in the darkness...
It's time to let the colors of life run together.
It's time to see what lies across these bridges that I've been standing at, for most of my life.
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