Life isn’t a spectator sport

Much of my life I’ve felt like a spectator.  Not necessarily someone who was here to experience it for myself, but to watch others claim what they believed was owed to them.  Very rarely do I feel part of a group, or that my purpose is amounting to anything in this world.  I’m not trying to sound depressing, simply stating the thoughts that tend to swim in my skull.

I have not lived long enough to claim I know much, and even if I did I’m sure I’d still know very little about the multi-faceted aspects of life.  Time and means limit us all from experiencing it in the ways we’d like to.  Time, means… and someone to share it with.

Life begs to be shared.  If the story of humans is based on memories passed down from generation to generation, then how would anyone know you existed if you didn’t share experiences with others.  Memories are so important, but often in this day and age we forget the people closest to us.

In the meantime, I’m going to start participating more.  Life is not a spectator sport.