We live as if we have more lives than a stray or Siamese cat. We skip stages; we lose opportunities, we make fun of chances, and we postpone enjoying our lives because we have all the time in the world. Well, what do you think? We don’t. Unless you’ve discovered the secret.
Otherwise, you have an average of about 70 years, of which, most likely, you have already lived about 25-30, of which at least 14 you have been in a state of semi-unconsciousness or, well, you have lived guided by the rules of parents without having much to say.
Mathematics is not my strong point, but I would say that you have lived on your own beard for about 10-20 years and you have 40 more if you are lucky, one of those who will not get hit in a car, aviation, nautical accident or any deadly disease.
Basically, you only have about 40 more, given that the last 20 have passed in a split second.
Are you sure it’s too early to quit smoking?
Are you sure it’s too early to hold her hand on the street?
Are you sure it’s too early to exercise regularly?
Are you sure it’s too early to tell her you love her?
Are you sure it’s too early to give up overtime?
Are you sure it’s too early to be happy?
It’s always too early before it’s too late. It’s as early as when it’s your last day at the seaside; you turn off the alarm for 5 more minutes, fall back asleep, and miss the sunrise. The sun will rise again tomorrow, but what do you think? You may not be there to see it anymore.
