The average person lives 27,375 days from birth until death. That’s 27,375 days to love, to cry, to sing, to dance and to simply live. I don’t know about you, but for me, 27,375 days to live doesn’t seem like that many. I always thought it would be more. However, for some people, that is a crazy amount of days and each one of those days is a mere drop in the ocean.
Regardless of the number, we are only given a limited time here on this Earth, and we cannot control how long our time will last. Yet, we do have the power to control what we do in our lifetimes. We have the power to control how long that time feels, whether we let each day drag by or whether we let each day fly straight though our fingertips.
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People are often consumed with the idea of doing something that matters to the world. They want to leave their mark, they want to be remembered. However, they push it off and think, “Oh tomorrow—I will just do it tomorrow.” Each day comes, and it passes with nothing having been accomplished. The days slip by, and slowly those 27,375 days begin to tick down to 20,000, then 15,000, until there is almost nothing let.
Our time here on Earth and our lives are precious. One day we may reach God’s promised paradise, but until that day, we need to make each and every day leading up to it count.
It’s OK to spend all day curled up in bed reading a good book or Netflix—come on, we’re college students. What else can you expect? It’s OK to take the morning off from your workout in order to spend it with someone you love. It’s OK to take an extra year to finish college if it will let you do what you love one day.
But, what is not OK is letting yourself live with regret and wishing you had lived differently. It’s not OK to spend a day watching Netflix and then bitterly complain about how you wasted your day. If you’re going to do it—do it with pride.
I am only 21 years old, and I still have a lot of living left to do. I don’t know when or how I am going to die or how many days I have left, but what I do know is that I am trying my hardest to make them count.
I am working hard to forgive and forget.
I am working hard to love and let love go.
I am working hard to live with such a passion that I know I’ve lived each day to its fullest potential.
I plan on living my life in such a manner that I know I’ve done the best I could. When I love someone, I’m not going to hold back and hide those feelings. When I’m angry, I’m not going to be afraid to say it. When I hear a killer song on the radio, heck yeah, I’m going to dance! I’m going to sing my loudest with my tone deaf voice and not care who hears.
We have 27,375 days, and I want to look back and say each of those days mattered. They aren’t all going to be go or bad days—life is always going to be a mixture of both—but they will all be days that I will look back on with pride.
You have 27,375 days. What are you going to do with them?
