“If only I could live my life again….”

A short post about remembering you’re still alive and working with what you’ve got.

“If only I could live my life again….”

Someone close said to me recently.

It’s often expressed, isn’t it?

Usually, with the trusty side of….

“And know what I know now….”

Know what I replied?

“Then LIVE IT NOW. Cause you’re not dead yet!”

It’s not a popular response, is it?

Easier to whine over a life made difficult by ‘the past’, other people, circumstances ….

A life you have written off as ‘over’.

To lament for the life you ‘should have had’.

The one without the energy drains, wrong turns, those who fucked things up for you….

Right?

Easier to tell yourself about what could’ve been had you been nurtured, loved, discovered……

Or even turn on yourself - your own best friend.

No!

There are plenty of examples of people out there who have had shit happen to them who have turned it around.

You can’t keep blaming it on the cards you’ve been dealt when you’re still in the game and NOT PLAYING!

If you are reading this, then you are ALIVE NOW

There is NO clean slate.

Life is sketched in permanent marker.

It all stays - the maze, graffiti names, the bleeding hearts.

The full stops.

BUT

For all the doodles and scribbles, there is….

STILL MORE TIME AND SPACE TO CREATE!

And…..have you ever seen someone turn a shit tattoo into something cool?

Otherwise known as ‘making the best of it’.

Who knows how many years you have (or don’t) have left.

It’s only over when you believe it is.

Life is the art you make whilst your ink still flows….

In words.

In deeds.

In smiles.

You hold the pen.

Keep sketching