This was one question that I got asked all of the time my senior year, that and where are you going to college? I came up with some answer, it usually changed depending on how in-depth I wanted to get, that and who was asking.
I have always had big goals in life, (I will admit that they were sometimes a little unrealistic, but what is the point in dreaming if you don’t go all out?)
In five years, I want have my book done, and my masters in Psychology. That is realistic right? Five years is a long time to write a book and get a degree. Not that those are the only things I want to have accomplished. I want to have much, much more done than that.
Has anyone ever realized how long five years is? Five years is a long time. Not in the scheme of things, but still. That is 1,825 days.
That no one is promised. Maybe that’s the scariest part.
The fact that none of us really know how long we have. Why do we waste so much time? When we take in to consideration that we might not have the next 1,825 days to get things done, would the things that we care about now really mater? If you had five years to live, would you change how you are living today?
I know I would.
I would let go of things that weren’t in my control, I would try to worry less over all. I would spend more time doing things that make me happy, and that I care about. I would spend more time studying God’s word, and talking to him. I would talk to everyone I met, I would try to change as many lives as I could. Not to quote John Green, but the marks humans leave are too often scars, and I would want to make sure that any scars I made were replaced with love.
The good thing, is that most of us have longer than five years to live, and we need to start living like that today. Because the truth is, that no one knows when their last day will be.
This post took an unexpected turn, so maybe tomorrow night I will blog about the topic I actually wanted to blog about.