525,600 minutes. Times 27. Plus 138 days.
14,389,920 minutes.
10,000 days ago, I awoke in this world. Throughout that time, I have grown at varying speeds, accomplished little, accomplished much. It depended on the day. But I moved ever forward.
I knew this milestone was around the corner, but I was well reminded this morning when I got this text from my dad:
It took me 10,000 days to get here. I own a home. I’m married to my best friend. I’ve had so many life experiences, and wasted so many of those 14,389,920 minutes. What have I learned? The number 10,000 seems so trivial. But that’s nearly 27.5 years. Everything I have experienced has been within that number.
What a mind job.
I can’t envision living for longer, simply because I haven’t done it yet. I can plan for the future, and live every minute like it matters. Sometimes I’ll trip and fall, take a few steps back, or do nothing at all. But each moment has a purpose and an effect on the next.
My future stretches out in front of me like a field of wildflowers, but my past is my reality. It has shaped me.
Here’s to the next 10,000.
