They say that life is short. That it goes by in a blink and before you know it, you’re old and tired and that nice long bucket list you’ve spent years curating barely has even a dent in it. And it’s true – to an extent – that life is short. Relative to the lifespan of a tortoise (up to 150 years), our lives as humans are a bit short. And compared to the lifespan of a star or a planet or the age of our galaxy, shit! We don’t even register as a miniscule speck. But life really isn’t that short when you’re living it.
Now, I understand that when folks say ‘life is short’, what they’re really trying to say is, ‘if you want to do something, do it now. There isn’t much time. Hurry!’ And they’re right. But life is also very long. We are not stars or galaxies or tortoises. So this undetermined number of days or years stretched out before us seems infinite. It’s an entire lifetime.
The rest of your life is an awfully long time to regret not doing something. To look back and wish that you’d said ‘I love you’. To wonder what might have happened if you’d gone to Africa to teach English like you always wanted to do.
So, if there’s something that you’ve been wanting to do or say – if you’ve been waiting for better timing – just do it now. There isn’t much time. Hurry. This feeling might last your whole life. And that is such a long time to be running out of time.