Since this is St. Patrick's Day, I had been planning to write a post about the holiday. But yesterday, at my day job, I had an opportunity to help a family who was going on a Make A Wish trip. I didn't ask for details. It was none of my business, but as the family (there were many children) interacted I gleaned that the oldest was the reason for the trip. He'd just turned sixteen and was quite proud to have his own drivers license.
Make A Wish is a foundation that grants wishes to children who have life-threatening illnesses.
I haven't been able to get that young man out of my mind. He's a cute kid and the oldest in that large family. I loved watching how he interacted with his parents and younger siblings.
So what does this have to do with writing? I don't know. Except, perhaps, that we want our readers to link with our characters, to make powerful emotional connections with them. Like this boy's story has done to me, so much so that I haven't been able to stop thinking about him and his family all day.
Maybe it's my mind telling me I need to tell a story like his.
What I keep thinking is: Life is too short. So, I'll leave you with a couple of thoughts and encourage you to go make something of the time you have.
“Begin doing what you want to do now.
We have only this moment,
sparkling like a star in our hand,
and melting like a snowflake.”
“Be patient and understanding.
Life is too short to be vengeful or malicious.”
“Life is too short to be little.
Man is never so manly as when he feels deeply,
and expresses himself with frankness and with fervor.”