While I am yet Living!

LIVE YOUR LIFE!

Many people say that you should wait for the next best thing...
This thing could be a job, a mate, a grand experience but the objective is to wait!
What do you do while you are waiting? While you wait, do you make an effort to discover or rediscover who you are? Do you just wait for the right person to catch your daze or the right company to snatch you up for your perfect dream job?

I am a little afraid of the word Wait! Maybe it is because I never could keep still, I always opt to keep on moving. Do I stand still and Wait? Do I go on and not pay attention to my desires and feelings? Do I be like the woman that has been forever sitting on the park bench waiting for her perfect man until she turns to crusty bones. Hmmmm...I imagine her saying, I am just gonna stay right here and wait, until one day, he will come and rescue me and that day never comes.

May, I suggest to those who opt to wait, waiting does not mean that you stay around, stand around, make no effort on your part to exist in the world. The world is there to experience and is much bigger than your local area code. The world is big enough to explore and conquer. We may choose to wait or we may choose to live!

Living and not just merely existing is what one needs to do . Taking ownership in living life and enjoying life each day should be a central focus rather than merely waiting for an opportunity to be discovered, chosen or accepted. Life is all of what you make it. Point to yourself and tell yourself, You make life happen!

While others are just waiting, chose to be one that lives life, enjoys and appreciates every moment! Remember, that life happens whether we Live it or Not! Let your life be worth living!

Unveiled to be Transformed
-Keisha

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