There’s a true danger in “eventually”. “Eventually” is the careless whisper you hold tenderly as you lie awake in bed, trying to cope with the disappointment we all sometimes and often feel. “Eventually” became my favorite lullaby and on numerous sleepless nights the only thing that pushed me into dreams was the poetry and schemes of “Eventually”. “Eventually”, I thought, “eventually I will be successful, I will be affluent, I will have all those things I have never had, and eventually, I will be happy”.
“Eventually” requires something extra though, and here’s the part that gets tricky, because you can fill your whole life up with Eventually’s but if you have not the leg work and the can-do to acquire those dreams, they stay unrealized in your mind, limited to empty promises and empty lies called Eventually.
And so my Eventually remained for many years as I wallowed in self pity and self destruction and self inflicted sorrow and pain. But, be it by the hands of fate, or luck, or maybe a little of my own fighting spirit, eventually I became a mother, fulfilling one dream; eventually I became a wife, fulfilling another; and eventually I started thinking much bigger than I’d ever dared to think and dream and hope and wish and scheme.
But life is long and we’re all living longer these days. Most of us will see our days fill a century and then some, and in those hundred and so on years we will continue gathering Eventually’s. They will always creep into our beds at night and keep us from surrendering to REM sleep and deep dreams.
“Eventually I will make something of my life”, my Eventually’s still whisper to me. “Maybe I will write, maybe I will sew, maybe I will paint, or maybe I will speak, but eventually there will be a sidenote on my gravestone and in my obit and it will say, ‘She leaves a legacy of something, something, and something else.'” It’s all just a matter of Eventually and possibility.
More than likely you and I will never be famous, or successful, or memorable, or extraordinary. We will pass from this life into the next having accomplished very little other than the small helping of life God handed us before setting our souls walking into existence. If we’re lucky we will be mourned by people we loved dearly and shared our life with. If we’re even luckier we will have left our families and communities in better condition than they were before we arrived in this plane of consciousness.
But, if we’re truly fearless we will depart our loved ones with a list of Eventually’s all crossed out and checked off, with the last one being, “Eventually I will die”, to be scratched out by Death himself, as he takes our wrinkled hand, pats it gently, and whispers, “I’ll walk you home, my darling.”
Do not die with a bucket list of Eventually. Do not go gently into that good night, with Eventually’s still curled up at your feet, purring empty promises softly. Be not enslaved to your Eventually’s, but be their master, driving them toward Paradise and a reality worth marking off the list.
Eventually you will stop procrastinating, make that phone call, take that leap, quit that job, end that relationship, break down that wall, be free of that addiction, and make something of your life. Eventually you will do all that and more.
Turn your Eventually’s into realities. Make your Eventually’s count for Something’s.