20,000 Days
20,000 days…, that’s how long I have been alive as of today. 20,000 days, 480,000 hours, 28,800,000 minutes. It sounds like a long time when you look backward, but looking forward and measuring in days, it seems significantly less. We measure our lives in years, and as we age, they pass us by faster and faster. I wonder if we started to measure our lives in days, would we live differently? Would we apologize faster? Would we move on quickly from unhealthy situations? Would we try something new sooner? Would we stop avoiding the hard? In the early years of our lives, passing time seems like a reasonable thing to do. As a child, the summers seemed to last forever; now, as we get older, they dance past at an accelerated pace. And our time is finite, and we don’t know when the end comes. So, passing time, or worse, wasting time, should not be something we do lightly. We are so afraid to talk about death and the fact that we will pass on from this world, that we of...