I saw what I believe to be the last cicada over the weekend.

(If you don’t know what they are, there’re basically a big bug with wings that only come out of the ground every 17 years in the Mid-Atlantic region. They fly around poorly for about a month, make a ton of noise, mate like mad, then disappear. This year they came out May & June. They won’t be back until 2038.)

Poor chap.

All alone.

Missed the party.

No one left to mate with.

Image that, 17 years under ground waiting for the big moment…

And then being too late.

Everyone else came and went, and your one shot in life, your one single reason for existence, and you blew it…

Better luck next time?

Nonsense.

That’s what losers tell themselves to feel better about themselves.

But it doesn’t actually do anything.

There is no next time.

You have to take action when the time is right.

You need to strike when the iron is hot.

Otherwise, you miss out.

When is the time right for you?

Now.

Any other answer is an excuse.

Fly over here cicada:
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