You’ve heard the golf metaphor, he or she is “on the back nine” to describe a person in the second half of their life? Well, for reasons completely unrelated to reality, I’ve always thought the year of my departure from this plane of existence to be 2042. As a young man last century, I calculated (I did the math in my head… Yeah, impressive) that in the far-off year of 2000, I’d be 42. Then I figured half a life in one century, half in the next for 84. Yeah, complete nonsense that’s of no use except for blog fodder and freaking myself out once late 2041 rolls around.
Anyway, the golf analogy. Dividing my current age by 84, then multiplying by 18 puts me between the 12th and 13th hole of my life. Actually, for those calculating at home, I’ll be at the 13th tee on June 20, 2019, and will likely slice. For now, I need to stay focused on every moment of the 12th.
“As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round.” – Ben Hogan
Still, it’s fun playing with numbers and interesting to look ahead. But like in golf, if you look ahead or behind, and don’t pay attention to the shot you’re on, chances are you’re going to mess it up. Plus, all of us are constantly just teetering on the edge never knowing when life is going to drop. So…
“I’m going to give you
a little advice.
There’s a force in the universe…
…that makes things happen.
All you have to do is get in touch with it.
Stop thinking. Let things happen…
…and be…the ball.”