Time is one thing that keeps moving despite natural disasters, economic hardships, or simply wishing it to slow down. It is unstoppable. The seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, and centuries keep progressing. In the broad spectrum, like faith, it’s a given fact. We don’t even question it.
Time in the human spectrum, not so much. We are given a finite amount of moments. From the second we are born, our minutes, hours, days, months, and years have started ticking away. We don’t know when they will end, but we are assured our clock will eventually quick ticking.
What matters is how we fill those years from the first breath until the last. Do we choose to fill our lives with love, family, and experiences? Do we choose to climb for success and have our names live on in history? Do we strive for both?
I’ve been thinking about the precious years we are given and the uncertainty of when they will cease. I’m 54 and finally made the discovery of what I really, really wish my life legacy to be. I want a life lived fully–a life full of love, memories and experiences, and mostly kindness and generosity.
What do you want to do with the finite minutes you are given?