Time is a funny thing. It puts things in perspective and makes us see things we wouldn’t have otherwise. What mattered to us when we were 7, or 17, or even last week can often seem trivial at best.
As I’ve gotten older I’ve realized this more and more. I’m old enough to have perspective on (most) of what is truly important. I can’t say that I always remember this, but I try. Sometimes I get caught up in the minutia of modern day living, and often make the mistake of thinking some everyday frustration is more important than it is. When I’m at the end of my life, I don’t want to look back and realize I wasted my time with things that are unimportant in the long run.
What matters most is different for everyone. But I would say that for most of us, it is the people in our lives that matter more than the things. The experiences we share more than the work we do. The giving we’ve done more than the getting. And the time we spend with those special people matters more than anything else. My focus is always on these four people that share the same walls I do. And I remind myself as often as I can that my time with them is limited, so I should make the most of it while I’m here.