It's amazing how certain movies impact us in different ways...

The Disney movie "UP" crushes me every time…without fail...

Not that the old guy is so relatable to me (I'm not grumpy I swear...ok maybe a little)...not the balloons lifting the house...not the kid or the talking dog or the bird...

It’s the opening.

That montage of Carl and Ellie…two people who loved each other deeply…dreaming about adventure…waiting until the time was right…and then one day…it wasn’t.

Every time, it wrecks me.

Because it’s not a story about growing old...it’s a story about waiting too long.

She Never Got to Go

They had dreams...plans...maps...notes...a whole world ahead of them.

But then life kept happening…the money wasn’t there…other priorities took over…things broke…things changed…

And the sand left the hour glass on her life...adventure stayed on the page instead of in their life.

She never got to go.

That one statement could break a stone man in half...

Because every man watching feels the truth…we all think we have more time.

The Pain of Someday

Men don’t fear aging...we fear unlived life.

We fear looking back and realizing we traded purpose for comfort…clarity for distraction…calling for convenience.

Someday is the most expensive word in the language.

Someday I’ll take that trip.
Someday I’ll start that business.
Someday I’ll write that book.
Someday I’ll buy that land…take that trip...tell that story…make that move…

But someday never shows up with a date.

Sometimes it never shows up at all.

And that’s what UP shows me anyways...the cost of waiting.

Why It Makes Me Cry

That opening montage hits me because it feels true.

Not just for them…but for all of us.

Carl and Ellie had something real...a life filled with love, quiet routines, shared dreams.

But the ache comes from everything that never happened.

Not because they were lazy...not because they didn’t care...just because…life.

Responsibilities...setbacks...good intentions.

And suddenly…the window was gone.

That’s what scares me.

Not getting old…but missing the moments I was meant to live.

Still having so much I want to do…so much I want to become…so much I want to build…and watching time move whether I’m moving or not.

The Foxhole Truth

Watching those movies reminded me that the clock isn’t my enemy...wasting it is.

Life doesn’t guarantee later...it only guarantees now.

The foxhole is where that truth gets real...where you strip everything back…and face what matters.

The foxhole isn’t where you hide...it’s where you decide.

Who you want to be...what you want to build...what hill you’re willing to take.

And then you move.

I Refuse to Wait

I’m not Carl...and Chantale isn’t Ellie.

We still have time.
We still have fire.
We still have dreams that aren’t written in a scrapbook…they’re still alive.

So here’s my line in the sand…

I refuse to wait.

I refuse to let fear, comfort, or distraction steal what I know I’m capable of.

I refuse to leave my adventures on paper.

I want to date my wife all over the world...watch my kids chase their dreams…and live the kind of life I’ll be proud to remember.

The ache is real…but so is the fire.

Time is not done with me...I’m not done with time.

By Chris Errington