Don't Wait Till It's Too Late

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One of the keys to successful relationship is fluid, highly interactive communication. Love may be present but if it is not conveyed properly, may not only be misunderstood, but could elicit animosity, if not outright hate. Take the case of a father, for example, who, no doubt, loves his wife and kids but is overbearing towards them and intolerant of mistakes, even little ones. Or the child who could be likened to a sponge who soaks up everything thrown at him, and doesn't speak his mind, until he can't absorb any more and explodes to violence.

Life is too short we need to make the most of the little time we have with our family, our friends and the people around us. Let's take time, everyday, to appreciate the beauty around us, to talk and to listen, to accentuate the positive and throw away the things that destroy. Let's build bridges and break down walls. Let's do it while we still have time. Tomorrow may be too late.

I want to tell you more but I thought of just let Paul Carrack, a terrific talent, complete the thought of this post with his heart-touching version of the hit song, The Living Years. You can sing along with him. I have included the lyrics below. Happy singing.

The Living Years lyrics

Every generation 

Blames the one before 

And all of their frustrations 

Come beating on your door 

I know that I'm a prisoner 

To all my Father held so dear 

I know that I'm a hostage 

To all his hopes and fears 

I just wish I could have told him in the living years 

Crumpled bits of paper 

Filled with imperfect thoughts 

Stilted conversations 

I'm afraid that's all we've got 

You say you just don't see it 

He says it's perfect sense 

You just can't get agreement 

In this present tense 

We all talk a different language 

Talkin' in defense 

Say it loud, say it clear 

You can listen as well as you hear 

It's too late when we die 

To admit we don't see eye to eye 

So we open up a quarrel 

Between the present and the past 

We only sacrifice the future 

It's the bitterness that lasts 

So Don't yield to the fortunes 

You sometimes see as fate 

It may have a new perspective 

On a different date 

And if you don't give up, and don't give in 

You may just be O.K. 

Say it loud, say it clear 

You can listen as well as you hear 

It's too late when we die 

To admit we don't see eye to eye 

I wasn't there that morning 

When my Father passed away 

I didn't get to tell him 

All the things I had to say 

I think I caught his spirit 

Later that same year 

I'm sure I heard his echo 

In my baby's new born tears 

I just wish I could have told him in the living years 

Say it loud, say it clear 

You can listen as well as you hear 

It's too late when we die 

To admit we don't see eye to eye 

Say it loud, say it clear 

Say it loud 

Don't give up 

Don't give in 

And don't know what you can do next