The Maplemusketeer

Mood.

Somber silence.

Homeward bound. To the coastline of my youth. Where the ocean and rainforest meet.

I was noticing the fall colours the other day on a drive and thinking about their fleeting beauty.

And how in our lifetime we’ll likely only get to experience a set amount that’s probably in the 70-90 range.

I’m 41. How would I look at these leaves changing colour if I kept aware to the fact that I might only see it 40 more times?

Perspective is powerful.

Of course we don’t know, so we push it out of mind and don’t consider it. This troublesome mortality.

What if instead we picked a number far enough out to not panic, but close enough to not become complacent… find your number. And it’ll change with time.

But let’s live as if this life is a fleeting gift that we get to experience ourselves, share with others, and leave as a legacy to those who will follow.

My number currently is 10.

When you go Lake Louise in Banff National Park, Canada, and run into an alpenhornista..

alpenhorner?

You’ll grow when no one is watching.

And when they are.

Try not to worry about.

It won’t change a thing.