Today, I’ve been alive for 21,253 days. That’s a lot of days. I’ve also lived more days than I have left to go, unless I live to be 116 years old. That’s highly unlikely, especially due to the fact that I have a slow-progressing chronic blood cancer, polycythemia vera.
Some days, I wish I’d have accomplished more in my life by this point. Other days, I look back and it seems like I’ve experienced a crapload of stuff in 58 years. But in either case, it’s not the past that’s important. Technically, neither is the future. NOW is what we have to live for.
Still, considering what one would like to do in the days to come isn’t a bad thing. So I will. Three things come to the forefront: writing, music, and travel. If I have any kind of formal success beyond that, I’ll call it a bonus.
I used to want more: fame, poularity, and financial freedom. Honestly, now I think I’d be happier and more creative without those elements. Well, financial freedom would be okay.
It must be much harder to become great at whatever artistic endeavor you do if you’re constantly told how it must be done in order to make a profit. No thanks. I’ll just be thankful for the 21,253 days I’ve had to live, and happy for whatever’s still to come. – dse
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