My Life Countdown

Looking back, what chunks of time feel satisfying and seem to be more important as time progresses? What am I drawn to do, right now? What am I doing already that feels good? At the end of my life, what will I definitely not regret having done?

What’s the best way to allocate our life energy before we die?

It’s hard to imagine a crueler arrangement: not only are our four thousand weeks constantly running out, but the fewer of them we have left, the faster we seem to lose them.

The second is the pathetically tiny amount of time we have left of our lives. For me this is not a depressing thought but a thrilling one. It removes fear of choosing the wrong thing. It infuses courage into my bones. It challenges me to be even more unreasonably selective about how to use this precious—and precious is perhaps too insipid of a word

21,000 days to live from the point when we graduate college (usually at around 22 years old) to the point when we die (around the average age of 80), and she deeply gets that time is the most nonrenewable resource we have.