Time’s Wing’d Chariot...

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity...

-Andrew Marvel.

Eat...play...laugh!

Hugs your kids and tell them a stupid joke.

Give to those in need, for one day you might be in need yourself.

Tell stories. Lots of them. Make stuff up.

Chuck your television out the window

Learn a musical instrument

Have a run in the park.

Make eye contact and smile at a stranger, particularly if they look frail or lonely or otherwise vulnerable.

Reduce your working hours and buy everything second-hand.

Treat fashion as the monstrously huge con that it is.

Plant stuff. Herbs, veges, flowers, trees.

Tell more stories. Convoluted, ridiculous, silly, happy, illogical stories.

Enjoy your food, celebrate your wobbly thighs and belly.

Keep on telling more stories. Write them down.

Sing “You’re the one that I want” as a horribly out-of-tune duet with your partner

Then go hug your kids some more.

How long will this attitude last? Dunno.

Just hope it doesn’t take another unexpected death to inspire it.