The Night Is Still Young

My dearest readers,

since it took me longer than usual to write this post—in fact I had readers asking for another one—what is more at hand than writing about it never being too late…for anything? Time and again and once more, in that sense, I got to see that life and writing are not so different after all, because eventually “[i]t’s never too late—in fiction or in life—to revise” (Nancy Thayer) and to refine and make things happen. Dust your drive and get it back in motion. Dawn will come in due time, that’s for sure for all of us, but until then the night is still young…and so are we!

Not only when we look at Dali's “The Persistence of Memory” we may grasp our spatial and temporal reality, but we may further realize how we grow (older) every day and our lives and responsibilities grow with us. What becomes crucial is the pace and whether we can keep up with the rise of our lives and the responsibilities that at times may hover above our heads. When that happens we find ourselves at the crossroads that separate the willing from the drowning, and the worst is ignoring. Our lives are fluid, our realities constantly in motion. Most people sit quietly and watch the world pass us by-y-y. Regrets may become a festering sore and “what ifs” the lethal force to haunt and devour you day by day.

But…it’s never too late to make a move, or is it? We all make mistakes, no doubt about it, and there are times we all wonder: “What if I had done this and that differently?” However, as much as we rack our brains, there is no way to make the past undone and bring lost time and opportunity back. What we can do is but accept it for what it is and turn forward, riding into our lives and enjoy the ride from now on, take it from there. Some may wonder if there is still time to revise and refine, and until you haven’t seen your dawn yet…there is still time. In hours of regret(s) you may sense that it’s night already, but with acceptance and confidence you may also recognize that it’s pretty early, early enough to get back on track and ride along, and carry along your dreams with you, because the night, after all, is still young.

There are many more crossroads to come until we see dawn, but once we are aware that a little pitch correction can resound our lives’ melodies all over again and that it’s never too late to get back in tune, can we not just then have the night of our lives? Is it not crucial that we live in the present, is not just that the gift for the gifted?

We know it’s night and all we have is the moment; and we own it and owe it, not only to our dreams, but to ourselves. And it is up to us whether we have that moment all night. “It’s never too late to go out and get that feeling back” (Loretta Swit)…and it’s never too late to get just that pinkprinted onto your heart, for the night…is still young…and so are you! And in one way or another, don’t we all live for the night? It may be late, but never too late to get that feel good back, and get it going…all night long!