That’s how many days you’ve got if you make it to 80.
I’ve already lived 23,100.
That gives me 6,100 days left, assuming I get there.
So what do I want to do with this rapidly shrinking chunk of time?
Well, if you step back and look at the big picture, in the grand scheme of the universe, a single life means nothing. Hell, an entire species probably means nothing – or even a planet for that matter.
But maybe that’s the wrong perspective – maybe the right way to look at it is that I’ve won the lottery already. I’m alive, I have a good life, and somebody loves me.
Everything else is a gift.