As I write this I'm flipping through tabs which I know is not going to help me write this post anymore than tying my hands behind my back would.
I went to see Danny Collins tonight. I thought it was really good. Danny Collins (Al Pacino) is an aging and wildly successful rock star who questions his validity on a daily basis. He receives a lost letter to him from John Lennon, and he begins to change after pondering what his life would have been like if he had received the letter when it was sent to him instead of 40 years later. He questions if it's too late, if it's worth it.
It's a rare situation, for me personally, that something is too late. I was rooting for Danny the whole time. I think we are more forgiving and understanding than we let on. And I think that's a good thing. Maybe not the letting on part, but the overall sentiment of we are a forgiving species. I find it hard to hold a grudge. I remember things, but that's all. I've hurt people; I've been hurt, and in most cases I've forgiven all parties involved (except for myself - that's a tough one for me still - that's what the "in most cases" is there for).
Life IS short. It may seem long sometimes, but at the end of the day, it really isn't that long.
I want to fully live my sweet short life. I want to push my limits, forgive my faults and the faults of others, strive for constant improvement, set and reach my goals, spend time with the people I love, and have a hell of a time.
And maybe learn to blog along the way.