Life forgot the pause button

When i was one, life was chum
Then i was two, and learnt to poo
Soon came three, to walk and be free
Along came four, food mum, more
Next came five, school came alive

Wham bam six, grazed knees to fix
Straight into seven, tree hut was my heaven
Before long eight, always in bed late
Turning nine, almost at that double digit line
Begun the great ten, felt ready to join the men

Flying into eleven, felt like yesterday i was seven
Falling into twelve, to college i longed to delve
Launching into thirteen, suddenly girls were seen
Striding through fourteen, she was my lifes queen
Crunch at fifteen, suddenly life gets mean

Still at sixteen, mum yells to clean
Meeting seventeen, to drink i am keen
Confusing eighteen, still lost too my scene
Reaching nineteen, off school i must wean
Life flys at old twenty, like a ball off a tee

At twenty-one, of me what is to become?

Focus and Life

Why is it that we seek adrenaline to feel alive. To me those moment climbing, or kayaking where all my focus is solely on staying alive, on the next move, on what is happening now are some of the most alive moments of my life. My entire body, mind, and heart are all focussed on but one goal. Normal distractions become irrelivent. At times I wonder why I cannot live the rest of my life this focussed. Imagine the potential, if we all could live with such determination and focus that we devoted every single ounce of our energy to achieving the task at hand.

The feeling of being suddenly solely responsible for the outcomes of your existence. Which really happens all the time. However suddenly paddling down a big rapid, or high up a rock climb placing trad. This is when reality bites. It rears its head and says hello, your move.