I have this clock that ticks in my head, and with every tick it says:
Everything you ever wanted to do, everything you wanted to try: go do it now.
Do it now because one day you’ll get married and have a baby and then that will be the death of you. That will be the death of this life, of the life that you get to live one-hundred-percent for yourself.
It may be the death of you but it is the birth of another you, the birth of you and your own family. Supposedly in this next life you will care so much for another being that all the selfish things you used to care about won’t matter anymore. You don’t really understand this now, you certainly don’t feel it now, but supposedly when the time comes some hormones will fire and then it will all make sense.
Well next life sounds nice and all but right now you love this life.
So if you dream of playing the cello but thought maybe you were too old to learn, you better do it now. Do it now because before you know it, you won’t get to take lessons – instead you’ll be driving your screaming child to lessons.
If you dream of moving to a new city, a new country, do it now. If you dream of making stupid mistakes, do it now. If you dream of dancing, of falling in love, of starting your own company, of directing your own film, do it now.
Do it now because the day you have a child – well, maybe you’ll still get to do it. But you can damn well be sure it won’t be so easy.
Happy Birthday. Tick tock.