Don’t count the days. Make the days count
If there’s one thing that I’ve learned through the past 2 years or so, it’s that your time on earth is precious, and you can’t afford to waste it on those who don’t love you, or doing things you don’t love. There is no time for gossip, for superficial relationships and conversations.
You never know when you’re going to breathe your last, so make every breath a precious one. Make every word you say a kind one. Make every friendship you have a meaningful one.
Readers outside of the U.K. may not be aware, but last weekend there was a huge bike race starting and ending in London, with about 29000 riders, many of whom were cycling 100 miles for charity. Unfortunately, one of their number had a heart attack and passed away during the event. He was a cancer survivor: other members of his family were not so lucky. His legacy has been that his Justgiving page has been inundated and he’s now raised over £63000. It’s fantastic for the charity he was riding for (Cancer Research UK), but my thoughts are with his family: it’s impossible to guess how they must be feeling other than devastation. As it happens, he drank in my local pub, got on the train too, but I’m not sure I remember meeting him. What I will remember is that he passed away doing something to help a cause he believed in. He was making the days count.
I look back on the last tumultuous couple of years, and it feels like I’ve been trying to make the days count. I was desperately unhappy, so I did a number of things to bring happiness back in to my life. I’ve reinvented my life, if not parts of who I am, and feel freer and better for it. I’ve tried to let go of all the petty considerations, the late night drinking sessions, the idle chit-chat. And it feels great. As Ray Charles said:
Live every day as though it’s your last, because one day you’ll be right