The Death Calendar (and my final 1533 weeks)
I'll be here in 1533 weeks. Or less.
There are many weird and wonderful things on the Internet.
But here's something useful.
There is a death calendar.
Assuming you live to be 80 years old (which is a big assumption), how many more weeks do you have to live?
Years are short.
Time is relentless.
According to my calendar, I'm a mere 1533 weeks from exiting stage left, and never coming back.
The operative word is "Assuming".
Makes one think. Every week kind of counts when viewed like this. What do you want to accomplish in the weeks you have left?
Who do you want to spend time with?
What is actually important in how we spend our lives?
The Psalmist says:
“Teach us, O Lord, to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. ”
We are not immortal. Yet, we often procrastinate the important things as if we were.
We can immortalize the legacy we leave. Our lives leave behind small, yet significant imprints, positively affecting those who follow. This doesn't insinuate becoming legendary, forever immortalized in wax museums. History only has room for a few like that. But imprints on those around us are significant. For good or for ill. In the 1533 weeks I have left, I'd like to imprint for good.
When it comes to legacy, bigger is not better. Faster is not better. Stronger is not better.
For me, this means getting better today. Be a better husband. Be a better Dad. Do better work. Incrementally improve. Not for my own sake - but for the sake of those who follow.
And this doesn't mean frenetic busyness.
It does means intention.
At this party called "life" - we get one shot at a good first impression.
Make it count.