Static versus Dynamic

Have you ever reached a point where you know that you want,  need more... or even less... But not the same. Status quo is, it seems in this moment at least, death. Nothing ventured, no chance for growth but seemingly reduced chances of loss.. except time.. life.. vitality itself.  I have been idling for most of my life at a crossroads, trying to decide on a course, a path onward. For far too long I have accepted the place I am for better or for worse, instead of moving onward to win or lose, to venture, to dare. And through all the time considering choices, weighing out the decision, time has slipped by. I turn around and am suddenly far older than i ever thought i'd live to be, and sadly with very little to show for it. I have a primal hunger to spread my seed, to sow and cultivate new life, to teach and guide and shape toward a righteous path, that i may leave a mark on this world that makes it better than it might have been without me. But I have little by way of substantiable gifts to offer forward.. As years progress and loved ones shuffle off, I think so much more about my legacy, the precise shape of my handprint on the canvas of the world.. and want to make it better. I know full well I've done good but also done wrong, even with forethought and indifference.. but at least maybe without malice. My command of language has slipped, rusty gears don't mesh like they should, and now i am relegated to a butter knife at the childrens table, down from the carving knife at the head of the table. So much time passed, so much lost and only myself to blame.
Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat.
Be bold.