18,000 days
I woke up this morning and drifted, thinking about everything I need to do today and in the days ahead. I thought about how precious and irreplaceable this day is, never to return. So too every day of my life. I thought of how precious few my days really are, and wondered how many days I'd been alive, knowing full well that those remaining were almost certainly much fewer than those already passed. So I did the calculations in my head, and after reaching the astonishing answer, I did the calculations again, several times, just to be sure.
Today, as it happens, I am exactly 18,000 days old.
Later I confirmed it using several different internet-based days-lived calculators. Which suggests that my brain must have already known, and decided to nudge me into consciously calculating it.
All the days I've lived, all the days I've pleasured or ignored, labored or slogged through, savored or pissed away; all the days still to come, as few as they are many. I'm eager for them.
Today, as it happens, I am exactly 18,000 days old.
Later I confirmed it using several different internet-based days-lived calculators. Which suggests that my brain must have already known, and decided to nudge me into consciously calculating it.
All the days I've lived, all the days I've pleasured or ignored, labored or slogged through, savored or pissed away; all the days still to come, as few as they are many. I'm eager for them.