Striking While the Iron is Lukewarm

When you look at time as points of light, as dots on a map, as still pictures, you tend to notice a lot of missed opportunities. Because time is of the essence, choices are made at that very moment. You can't always decide based on all the information because most of the time you are only partially informed. When chance presents you with something so delectable, so enticing, so incredible that you are willing with all your mind to suspend belief, you consider the iron red hot. It is this isolated minute carved out especially for you that requires you to answer the question, "do I strike now that the iron is hot?" Is this the opportunity of a life -time? Or will I file this in my archive of regrets? If I take the time to weigh the pros and cons, will I lose the very thing I want most? Rushing in with reckless abandon seems ridiculous in hind sight, but at that very instance all that is apparent is the good, the outstanding, and the immeasurable. We can only take notice of the obstacles, the inconveniences, or the repercussions when we withdraw and in our solace ponder over and over every aspect of the proposal. We remove the rose -colored glasses and see with clarity the rewards if any. The scale is set, and the opportunity is truthfully gauged. However, time does not stand still, it insist on a response. Counting chickens before they hatch is often a luxury that many of us do not have. We consult our hearts, and hope our minds follow suit. So it is in our limited understanding, we take the chance, we go for it, and leap with faith. We say a prayer and cross our fingers. Whatever negative effects occur, we stand in solidarity abundantly sure of our selection. Because when opportunity calls... or text, we want to answer immediately. Knowing that you have left your phone in the car, you have missed the message, you have waited too long to get back is typically catalogued "failed to attempt." With Carpe Diem as our credo, we put on those wonderful rose -colored glasses, stare deep into the eyes of fate, and relish in the fact that this occasion will be filed under "opportunity found." Fate looks hot in red!