Carpe Diem

Sep 24, 2013 View Comments by

Carpe DiemIt is hard for me to believe that it’s been nearly 20 years since my father passed away at the age of 70. I was the last of six boys and came along a little later in his life. For this reason (and others), growing up we didn’t have what would be called a typical “father–son” relationship. Prior to his first battle with cancer at age 54 his job kept him busy and frequently on the road. When he was home it wasn’t always pleasant. Being the sole breadwinner for a large family, most certainly made for a stressful existence. Add to that our opposing personalities. Dad was a “play it safe” type of guy, not one to take risks. Analytical is a term that would describe him well. He did enjoy golf, painting, woodworking; the quieter things. I, on the other hand, was often unfocused and enjoyed more demonstrative activities that involved some degree of risk or challenge. It wasn’t much of a secret that dad questioned what was “wrong” with me. In his words, I was a “flake.” During his final year we did mend a few old wounds and got to know each other a little better. While he wasn’t able to express himself well and spoke mostly in quips, his final thoughts left an indelible mark on me.

I only regret the things I didn’t do.” This one struck the strongest chord. In my late teens and 20s I spent most of my time trying to disprove the theory that I was a flake. This included a tour of duty with the U.S. Air Force and, shortly after my return to the civilian world, I was gainfully employed by a large I.T. company that kept me very busy. I did my best to climb the corporate ladder and take advantage of every opportunity that could advance my career. I was successful, but unfulfilled. With his parting thoughts ever present in my mind, I began to examine my own life and realized I had forgotten what made me happy, and moreover, who I was. I set about giving my life a makeover and one part of my “re-birth” brought a return to motorcycling, which I had left behind when I entered the military. Much time has passed since then and I have done my very best to follow my heart and pursue my passions—travel being the biggest. I have been fortunate to have had some great adventures and am always working on the next. No regrets.

Getting caught up in the day to day is easy and before you know it, years have passed. Whatever your dreams or goals, however big or small, near or far, there is no better time than now to put them into motion. Seize the moment. Seize the day!

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I've been called a "Free-Spirit", "A Lost Soul", and "A Wanderer" for as long as I can remember. I prefer to think of myself as a Traveler. Most at ease when I am in motion, two of my favorite things are arriving somewhere new, and heading off for somewhere yet unexplored.