I have seen something else under the sun: The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned;
but time and chance happen to them all.
There was a time when faster mattered to me.
More and better were my creed.
I was hungry for the things of this life and sought
to fill the empty places and chase dreams while racing against the clock.
Wisdom introduced itself and almost a half century of living has
taught me that there may be something to seizing the day,
but there is something more powerful in taking time to smell the roses.
After all why should I trade the beauty of the present moment while grasping at wind.
I don’t care if I do it all, see it all, be it all, have the latest,
greatest brand or whatever is in today.
Roses are beautiful for a season, and why miss that?