The number
of days we have left to live decrease every single day.
Whether we
have 10,000 days to live or 100, they slowly count their way down unnoticed
without us knowing when it will stop.
We live our
lives in a way where we’re continuously counting our way down for the next “big
activity”.
Perhaps for
the weekend or maybe the next family vacation to arrive.
And as
we’re getting closer to said activity, we’re also getting closer to our days
being numbered, not realizing they count their way down right before our eyes.
But why
would we want to count them at all?
That only
decreases the value of the days in between.
The “normal”
days.
It causes
us to forget about life for certain days and letting them slip between our
fingers because something else we expect to happen is bigger and more
interesting.
Or maybe
we’re all just wanting a break in our daily life and eagerly wait for the weekends
to arrive.
We
ultimately end up continuously counting down until the next time where we’ll be
free.
Wouldn’t
life be more compelling if every single day were meaningful?
If every
single day was to unfold as interesting.
Were we can
wake up and be excited for what the day might bring.
Instead, we
tend to get the day over with quickly and ticking it off our calendar, slowly counting
our way toward the next weekend.
I used to
live like this.
Every day
had its own quirks, and I was desperately counting them down, hoping for the
weekend to arrive faster.
“
Monday is
the first day of working after the weekend.
Tuesday is
the second, now it’s only 3 days remaining when this one is over with.
Wednesday
marked the middle of the week, having put down half the work already.
Thursday just
passed by, seeing the weekend getting closer.
Friday,
something changed, now I only had to get past these hours and then I’m freeee.
Saturday
and Sunday mixed in together and suddenly it was Monday again.
“
I found
myself counting the days down until the weekend would arrive, only to find out
it passes by too quickly.
I was
essentially not putting any effort into making the rest of the week valuable.
I viewed
them as slow-paced days to get past to then be able to enjoy some free time.
I was
solely focused on counting down for the next time I would be free.
I waited
for the perfect moment to enjoy life the way I wanted to, exactly like I could
do during the weekend, without realizing I was wasting the other 70% of the
week away.
I let my
daily life slip down the drain because I was so focused on what’s ahead and
constantly counting my way down until that moment would arrive.
I decided
to change this behavior because I realized how quickly the time went by.
I freed up
a couple of extra hours on some days by working less.
I started
taking better advantage of the free time I had even during the normal days.
I would do the
things I wanted to even if it was the middle of the week.
I did
things with intention and purpose, not just for the sake of doing it.
Even when
working a regular 8-hour day, I had more energy and willingness to make
something useful of the remaining 8 hours because I had more time to rest in
between every 8-hour day.
The day of
the week did no longer matter for me to take an action I wanted to.
If I was a
bit more tired at work, so be it, at least I enjoyed my life every day – not
just the free days.
Time moves
by whether we notice it or not.
Whether we
use it or not.
Be sure to
notice it and don’t let it slip between all the busyness our lives offer.
Take life
with a huge grain of salt, because at the end of the day, no one’s going to
care in 100 years, perhaps not even tomorrow.
Be grateful
for waking up and getting yet another day to explore life with the people
closest to you.
The only
risk not worth taking is to gamble with your time.