What would you do with $84,600 every day? If you’re anything like Elvis de Leon, you’d do everything you can to blow it all. Watch his video and see why in less than 60 seconds.
Ask yourself: What is most important to me? What is my most treasured asset?
The answer: Time…Your Time. My Time. It’s always ticking. The race is in motion. Realize it now before your time stops ticking for you, and nobody even knew you were in the race.
Life is lived in the details, so live as if your days are numbered. Minutes are precious. They’re the building blocks of days. Which quickly turn into months. Months soon become years and years make a lifetime. It all begins with minutes. Waste enough minutes, and you could waste a lifetime.
“How strange it is, our little procession of life!” wrote humorist Stephen Leacock. “The child says, ‘When I am a big boy.’ And then, grown up, he says, ‘When I get married.’ But to be married, what is that after all? The thought changes to ‘When I’m able to retire.’ And then, when retirement comes, he looks back over the landscape traversed; a cold wind seems to sweep over it; somehow he has missed it all, and it is gone. Life, we learn too late, is in the living, in the tissue of every day and hour.”
You and I are standing this very second at the meeting place of two eternities: the vast past that has endured forever, and the future that is plunging on to the last syllable of recorded time. We can’t possibly live in either of those eternities-no, not even for one split second.
By trying to do so, we hurt our minds and our bodies.
Intermission: My apologies in advance for such a long post, but you have time, and I didn’t want to miss anything important…
“Think,” said Dante, “that this day will never dawn again.” Life is slipping away with incredible speed. We are racing through space at the rate of nineteen miles every second. Today is our most precious possession. It is our only sure possession.
I’ll leave you with my favorite quote by Jack London: “I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather that my spark would burn out in a brilliant blaze than be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.”
So, I leave you with a very personal question, and you don’t have to answer out loud…
Will you leave an immortal footprint in the sands of time? Will you make even an indent in the pages of history?
Share this with your friends and family. Get the most out of each other’s time. Spread the message.
Trent Silver, out.