On September 20, I made the drive from the redwoods back to Livermore. It was nice to get home, but I also wish the trip could have gone on a little longer. I managed to hang out with a lot of family members and chill with some old friends, but each visit seemed to be over just a little too soon. In addition, the trip reinforced my realization that there are many incredible places to go and things to do in this world, but we have only a limited amount of time available to us.
These thoughts led me to a rhetorical question: when you're 70 years old and annoying your grandchildren with stories of the good old days, do you want to regale them with tales of that wicked episode of Lost that you watched? Or do you want to brag about the time you jumped out of an airplane from 30,000 feet, landed on a surfboard and shredded your way back into shore? The choice is yours, but I recommend the following: turn off your TV, meet new people, reconnect with old friends, and always be on the lookout for new experiences. Peace!
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