I hate to sound like a Hallmark card, but…
I hold this to be an unshakeable truth: the things I regret the most are those curiosities I left unexplored. The doors that I was too afraid to open; the paths I neither had the time nor courage to wander down; those pretty stones (sometimes shiny, sometimes not) that I was too squeamish to turn over.
Kids, life’s too freakin’ short. There are a finite number of doors, an ever decreasing number of paths to discover, and eventually, given time, I can almost guarantee you that civilization and its pressures will complete its mission of pouring concrete over every unturned stone.
It takes courage to put on your Indiana Jones hat. And I’m not particularly brave. Though once, perhaps I was.
This year I need to resurrect the kid. I need to think back to a time when I was only a little bit afraid of what lurked under stones. Back to when my fears were centered on immediate and concrete fears: failing a math test or the size of the inoculation needle. Back to those days when two thirds of me believed that every path led to the possibility of an adventure, and one third believed that at least one untried door might lead to Narnia.
I’m going to find my Indiana Jones hat.
And in 2013…
Because in the end, it comes down to this.
Life is short.
Tick tock, baby.