I turned 40 yrs old this past March. I think I'm in the best shape of my life since I was in high school, if not better. But past that, the old cliche of the mid life crisis is becoming real. What have I done with my life, where am I going and what are my goals? I look at my kids and all the sudden my boy is 7, he's crazy smart. In second grade but reads at a 4th grade level. End of the year testing, 40-60 is progressing normal. He scored a 99. This kid is nuts and I feel like I don't spend enough time with him or my daughter. She's going in kindergarten and is already reading at a 2nd grade level. Right now is the opportunity for me to make their life great. This is going to be satisfying for me, not the typical red Corvette you hear about when the old man turns 40. Growing up very selfish myself, with extremely selfish parents, one thing I've been striving for is to NOT carry on their bad trait. I'm learning that it's very enjoyable to give away your time to those who you love. It's one of the most rewarding things in life.
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
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