It’s actually very hard to think about. It can be depressing. The vast number of hours I’ve wasted in my life. It adds up to days and weeks and months I’m sure. Maybe years?
The older I get, the more precious those hours and minutes seem to be. Money lost can be earned again. Reputation lost can be resurrected. But time lost… that’s irredeemable.
I love life. Too much to squander it as if it were in endless supply. There is daily evidence to the contrary.
Yesterday is beyond my reach, but today I will live intentionally, with purpose, with passion, appreciating the minutes and hours of the day, even if they are filled with difficulty, because this is what life is made up of.
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