Well, for one thing, it is not a noun.

Life is a verb.

Forever in action. Many times traveling a multitude of paths, multiple directions or suddenly, seeming to come to rest. Every nuance, alteration, and conception isn’t random. They are meant for a reason. Though not always understood at the time.

And nothing is ever wasted.

You may elect to throw experiences into some heap labeled misgivings, misfortunes or mistakes. You may try to disguise them, disregard them or disrespect them. And yet, it was part of the curriculum. Its existence is essential. Textbook. And a part of the finishing.

Travelling back to reminisce and be reminded is prudent. But do not overbook your stay. Venturing ahead between your ears tends to distract from what is already right there in your midst. To be honest, how can you be where you aren’t already now?

Treat it as it is meant to be.

Lived fully right here and right now.

Yesterday is already a rerun. And tomorrow?

Well, it isn’t here yet.

We only have the here and the now.

And that should bring one plenty of life.

If you choose to live it.