My husband forwarded an email to me with an unknown author. I could not have said it any better…

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

• Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
• Why the early bird gets the worm;
• Life isn’t always fair;
• And maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies:

• Don’t spend more than you can earn;
• Adults–not children–are in charge.

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place:

• Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate;
• Teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch;
• A teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student, but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a good cup of steaming coffee is hot (and should be!). She spilled the coffee in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents Truth and Trust, his wife Discretion, his daughter Responsibility, and his son Reason. His 4 stepbrothers still survive healthier than ever:

• Mr. I Know My Rights
• Ms. I Want It Now
• Mr. Someone Else Is To Blame
• Ms. I’m A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone…

Today is my 14,216^th day on this planet and I have got n more days left to go before I wave goodbye to life. What do I want to do with the rest of my days?

On one hand is the cliché about how precious each and every day is… Live today like there will be no other day.

On the other hand is the belief that we will never die… There are things that have to be done like go to work, take the kids to school, save for retirement, take a shower, put on clothes, etc. Then there are things that we would like to do… Lost in the have-to-be-done-mundane tasks, the things that I would like to do end up taking the back seat.

Yet, when I actually have time to do what I would like to do, I end up dilly-dallying with petty things like facebook, the stock market, the news, tarot cards…

Today, I had 2.5 hours just for myself. I have got 21 minutes left right now. What did I do in those precious hours? I ironed. Yes, I ironed my husband’s shirts. Is ironing something I like to do? No, but today it proved to be a perfect escape mechanism from having to write, which is what I say I would like to do for the rest of my life.

I came across this book review about procrastination. This is what I have exactly been doing: postponing my writing dream. The root cause? Because somewhere deep down, I believe that it does not matter—that nothing matters in this life. So why bother? I have been telling this mantra to myself for such a long time that I have come to believe it. Recently, I realized (thank goodness!) that this is not the best approach to living my life. There is something fundamentally troublesome with this way of thinking: It leads only to depression and self-destruction.

So, I told myself that I shall persevere in chasing my dream! No matter what happens in the end, the important thing is that I LIVE the rest of my days FULLY. If writing is indeed my dream, then I shall dream every day from now on. Not a day will go by without a post!

Hail to thee, my silent reader! Even though I would like to write something that will be of some value to you, I have to write for myself, because only then will I be true to myself.