Statistically speaking, I may have only 25 more winters, 25 more springs, summers, and falls. That’s not a lot—not when you break it down. Time, once infinite in our youth, begins to reveal its limits. And yet, we often act as if we have forever. We spend days, months, even years wrapped up in things that don’t serve our purpose—jobs that drain us, relationships that stunt us, routines that numb us. We give our energy to people, places, and organizations that don’t reflect our values or fuel our growth.
Every season that passes is a reminder: this is it. Life is not a rehearsal. Each day we spend disconnected from our purpose is a day we never get back. If we’re not careful, we’ll look up and realize we’ve traded our precious time for approval, comfort, or convenience. And that’s a steep price.
We must become intentional with our time. Guard it like treasure. Spend it where it matters—on work that moves us, people who see us, and experiences that grow us. Because when the final season comes, it won’t be the possessions or distractions we’ll remember—it’ll be whether we truly lived. Choose wisely. The clock is always ticking.
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