I've just begun a book - "Through Painted Deserts" by Donald Miller. In the intro I came across this paragraph which struck me. Really struck me. Maybe it will you to. Maybe you'll choose a little different this day.

It's a living book, this life; it folds out in a million settings, east with a billion beautiful characters, and it is almost over for you. It doesn't matter how old you are; it is coming to a close quickly, and soon the credits will roll and all your friends will fold out of your funeral and drive back to their homes in cold and still and silence. And they will make a fire and pour some wine and think about how you once were...and feel a kind of sickness at the idea you never again will be.
.....And so my prayer is that your story will have involved some leaving and some coming home, some summer and some winter, some roses blooming out like children in a play. My hope is your story will be about changing, about getting something beautiful born inside of you, about learning to love a woman or a man, about learning to love a child, and moving yourself around water, around mountains, around friends, about learning oneness as a way of understading God. We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and the resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn't it?