A Life Worth Living

It scares me to think we’re not endless. We’re not limitless. All of this will one day end — all of us will one day end. It makes things seem so big and small, all at the same time — small because you realize that most of things you worry about hardly matter at all; big because you realize that you want to make some things matter, or else what was this all for?

I don’t see this as depressing… just eye-opening. I only have this one life. Why then am I worrying about something that didn’t happen or stressing over a mistake I made? Why am I spending precious time complaining to others? Why am I not enjoying this glorious life all the time, for all that it’s worth? 

Because one day, it’s just over. And no one knows what happens or if it actually ends. I have at most 80 more years on this planet. This both seems like an unimaginably long time and an incredibly short time. All those stressors? All those things causing you anxiety and the things you are overthinking? Let me tell you now — they truly do not matter. They never did.

I realized that I’m not going to have the time to do everything I want to do in this lifetime. I won’t travel everywhere I want to, read every book I want to, see every concert I want to. Because of this, I need to be choosy with my time and energy, and the people who I choose to spend that time and energy on.

But I hope to have the time to feel true love for decades. To build a family and leave a lasting legacy. To make a difference. To have lived a life worth living.