The J-Spot

Womb to Tomb Image Courtesy Pixabay Seize the moment! Successful people do just that. Carpe Diem! The problem with everything happening in a flash is, all you ever get to do is look back at things. You get to remember as the spin winds down. The shine dwindles. The white washes out…. The color fades. The Doppler effect. It’s coming. It’s gone. The light was so bright when I opened my eyes… Brighter than I even feared! They pulled me out three weeks late. Straight from the womb to this blinding light. It would kill me, this intense white! It was suffocating. I couldn’t breathe! There he was though. Open palms. Welcoming me home. Beautiful. He just wanted a hug. And I gave it to him. What else was there to do? It was my first and last breath in this strange world! I had made it. Finally. Love. Forever. But someone was crying. It wasn’t me. I was happy! But, I could feel their pain — — or was it joy? In it, I drew a breath and remembered… What a life you’ve lived… …I’ll be t...

I realized that I really had no control over how fast Life offered up its goods when death came. At least, I realized it for a brief time. Old habits die hard- no pun intended.      When I was just a boy, I recall wanting everything now. Now, now, now. For everything I found interest, I really went for it. I wanted to be the best baseball player without ever swinging a bat. I wanted to be the fastest runner without ever competing in track. I wanted the newest, best toys, without ever doing my chores.      As I aged into my teens and began working a part-time job, this ignorant desire for instant gratification followed me. I spent money as fast as I made it, and even money I had not earned yet.      My abundant desire for more was nothing to be ashamed about, as I look back, I can see that it was simply a desire for a more full experience  of what life had to offer; a yearning for some perfection.      I would ask my...

I have to wake up for work in the morning... I have to get my clothes from the washer and put them on, while brushing my teeth and hair... I have to kiss the wife and children goodbye as I rush out the door for work... I have to work........ I have to spend a little time with the kids when I get home... I have to shower and listen to my wife... I have to go to bed... I get to sleep... I get to open my eyes in the morning beside my lovely wife... I get to take my clothes from the laundry and get to brush my teeth and hair... I get to kiss my wife and kids before I get to leave for work... I get to work... I get to spend a little time with my kids when I get home... I get to shower and listen to my wife... I get to go to bed... I get it, do you? -Jay M Horne Jay Horne is an author and publisher out of Bradenton, Florida who has shared a genuine interest in philosophy and martial arts since early childhood. He is a husband and father of four. View...