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Over a time ago, I moved to Europe. This once week, I spoke to one of my dear American musketeers to learn that she was moving to Europe as well. She will not be living in the same country as me, but at least we’ll be on the same mainland.

Over the summer, I transferred her a print I took on the sand where we live in Costa del Sol How to watch wild ‘n out show. It was a perfect picture with the Mediterranean Sea and the words from Mary Oliver,” Tell me, what’s it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

. I am at that certain age when people generally start to estimate what they have done in their lives. Decades have passed. Children have grown. As I joked lately with a coworker and friend, this is the time when we start to gain wisdom only to have our bodies begin to fall piecemeal. One begins to assess effects.

When my friend told me she was moving to Europe, I was fabulously happy for her. I know that she came to a point in her life where she demanded a fresh perspective and she wanted to make a bold choice. We both had been speaking about it for times, when I lived in New York.

Numerous of my musketeers are at that stage in life where they are reflecting back on the path that brought them to a particular point in life. While numerous are happy, I do have some who want to break free from living in a particular megacity or country. I’ve others who want to leave a career after having done it for 20 times. Still others know the time is coming when they’ve to rethink if they stay with their partner and mate. Not everything is meant to be ever.

While I am happy that my friend will be living on the same mainland as I am, and hence, we can hopefully see each other more frequently, I am really more happy in the fact that she’s living a new dream. What is further, I’m pleased that she decided to strike out on the trip-not knowing whatsoever what the path ahead will bring. It takes an horizonless quantum of courage and faith in the unknown to do what she’s doing. In fact, I am not sure I would have moved to Europe each by myself if I did not have my hubby. I’d like to suppose I would have, but I do not know. Perhaps. Perhaps not.

But, then is the thing. None of us are promised hereafter. We are not indeed promised the coming moment in our lives. Although we suppose we’ll be then hereafter, coming month or ten times from now-there are absolutely no guarantees. The aged I grow, the further absolutely precious every moment I am then becomes. I’ve a lesser respect for the fragility and temporal mannas of life now than I ever did in my20’s.

So, if you find yourself in that place where you are assessing, then is some advice for you. Jump. Leave every reason of why you can not or shouldn’t. Do the planning. Make the decision and do it. Life’s absolutely too short. You will noway get moment ever again. You will noway have this chance again if you do not take it. Do not stay for hereafter. It may noway come.

Yes, you will have people in your life that will challenge you when say you want to move, eventually disjoin your mate or change your career. But, then is what others who have danced to their own tune and I’ve learned. You will always have those people. There is always a chorus prognosticating failure, drama and tragedy. This has nothing to do with you. It’s because they are expressing their own fears and anxieties.

Composition Source http//EzineArticles.com/9196343Over a time ago, I moved to Europe. This once week, I spoke to one of my dear American musketeers to learn that she was moving to Europe as well. She will not be living in the same country as me, but at least we’ll be on the same mainland.

Over the summer, I transferred her a print I took on the sand where we live in Costa del Sol. It was a perfect picture with the Mediterranean Sea and the words from Mary Oliver,” Tell me, what’s it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

. I am at that certain age when people generally start to estimate what they have done in their lives. Decades have passed. Children have grown. As I joked lately with a coworker and friend, this is the time when we start to gain wisdom only to have our bodies begin to fall piecemeal. One begins to assess effects.

When my friend told me she was moving to Europe, I was fabulously happy for her. I know that she came to a point in her life where she demanded a fresh perspective and she wanted to make a bold choice. We both had been speaking about it for times, when I lived in New York.

Numerous of my musketeers are at that stage in life where they are reflecting back on the path that brought them to a particular point in life. While numerous are happy, I do have some who want to break free from living in a particular megacity or country. I’ve others who want to leave a career after having done it for 20 times. Still others know the time is coming when they’ve to rethink if they stay with their partner and mate. Not everything is meant to be ever.

While I am happy that my friend will be living on the same mainland as I am, and hence, we can hopefully see each other more frequently, I am really more happy in the fact that she’s living a new dream. What is further, I’m pleased that she decided to strike out on the trip-not knowing whatsoever what the path ahead will bring. It takes an horizonless quantum of courage and faith in the unknown to do what she’s doing. In fact, I am not sure I would have moved to Europe each by myself if I did not have my hubby. I’d like to suppose I would have, but I do not know. Perhaps. Perhaps not.