Every morning I ride the bus in to work. The ride is about 45 minutes, and I spend most of it listening to music and/or reading a book. There’s a particular corner, near Clinton Street Pub, that has a stop sign. I pass by it every day.
On the stop sign is a little sticker, about average bumber sticker size, that says, “Now is all you have”.
I can’t seem to keep myself from reading this same sticker every time the bus drives past it in the morning. I also can’t help myself from feeling a bit depressed after reading it. I mean, here I am, I’m riding a bus in to work, selling my “now” to the highest bidder so that I might have a comfortable living.
I guess I should be happy that I do have such a good job and that I do live comfortably, but that little sticker seems to be taunting me every day.