The Clock is Ticking

"The Persistence of Memory" by Salvador Dali

I am stunned when I think back to how much time I have wasted in my life.

For example, my entire first marriage (which if you include all the years we dated adds up to about fifteen) has netted me nothing but a very occasional email from my former brother-in-law, a great guy to be sure but still I'm positive he won't be at my funeral.

Not that I want a funeral but you get the point.

So with the clock ticking ever louder, I am determined to make every minute count. Like this one right now, which  if I stop and think about it is being wasted writing this blog, unless somebody out there reading it gets what I'm saying and is inspired to make today meaningful.