Insightful because it posed a dilemma we all face. We can hoard money but not time (not in a bottle or a bank). Use it now or it’s gone—forever.
Haunting because Croce composed the song just a year before he died in a small plane crash, at age 30.
I think of Croce’s words these days. Most of my life I’ve been a planner. Still am. But what happens when it comes time to live the plan, the way a child would live it, freely, joyfully, unencumbered with thoughts of the future?
Last night, Charlotte and I sat on the porch and listened to the thunder—for a long while.
Until I picked up this legal pad and started to write.
Hey, it’s a start.