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How often do you ponder time as if it were a budget-friendly snack? How many years slip through our fingers like slippery soap in a game of shower volleyball? How many do we have left— enough to learn to juggle flaming torches or just binge-watch another season of a mediocre TV show?

If you knew the precise expiration date of your time on this cosmic rollercoaster, would you spend your days perfecting the art of interpretive dance or finally attempting to fold that fitted sheet?

We’re like kids in a candy store with an infinite sweet supply, yet we treat our time like a limitless credit card until the statement arrives. It’s tough for us to grasp that our temporal party will eventually get shut down, especially when we’re young and believe we’re immortal (or at least have the recovery powers of Wolverine). It takes a lifetime for the importance of time to hit us, like realizing you left your keys in the fridge; it’s an “aha” moment, but it takes a while.

We only truly appreciate the ticking clock when it starts playing the Final Countdown, and suddenly, we’re frantically checking our to-do list. That’s when the “oh no, I spent my time like a drunken pirate with a credit card at a dollar store” feeling sets in. It’s a sobering moment when we can’t order more time on Amazon Prime, and we’re stuck with the haphazardly spent hours of yesteryears.

So, let’s savor the present like it’s the last slice of pizza at a party, because, well, it might just be.

But what can we do to change this? Well, we need to start enjoying every moment. Let’s view time like that one pair of socks you really love: finite but fabulous. If we can truly grasp that our time is on a countdown, I think we’ll start spending it more wisely.

The biggest problem is, we humans aren’t wired to comprehend our own expiration date. We can’t wrap our heads around the concept of not being. It’s like trying to explain quantum physics to a goldfish. We’re built to survive at all costs. Statistically, the older a person gets, the more they start eyeing the heavens. Why? Because when you realize time is running out, you want a backstage pass to the ultimate show; life after death. It’s like getting VIP access to the cosmic afterparty.

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What is your relationship with time?

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PS: The above is a passage from my book Fighting the Inside Dragons: 2nd Edition (excluding the image). Links below.