Do you measure life in years, days, or hours? It might make a difference.
The holidays are here. Give yourself permission to live it up a bit.
Can you grind away at your job for twelve hours and then write sensitive haiku?
What if you've wasted your entire life? Tolstoy wonders, too, with his book "The Death of Ivan Ilyich."
Do you keep broken stuff around the house? How about broken relationships?
Forget your age - it's the doing that gives us meaning.
Really? Don't lose the day...