When I turn 120 years old, I will say goodbye to all my friends and family, smile pleasantly, and fall over dead. My body will be completely physically and mentally exhausted, shredded from head to toe and inside out. I will have lived every day to the absolute fullest. Every emotion and thought, every encounter, every single moment, fully and completely experienced, accepted, and cherished.
If life were a race, I would throw my body across the finish line with one last breath after running as hard as I possibly could. I will take care of myself, and pace myself, but I will have run as hard and fast as I possibly could, at a pace that will allow me to finish the race with my last possible effort. Because it’s not about the finish line, it’s about the race itself!
Where are you holding back? Where could you put more heart into your efforts? What are you waiting for?
19:59, 02.11.2009
Why 120? Why are you so sure that’s the epitome of your life span? It could be tomorrow… have you completed everything you need to get done? I’d imagine that no amount of time will ever be enough, for an active mind.
15:50, 07.11.2009
120 seems like a good goal based on my knowledge of life expectancy, though I agree that is a limiting belief. Haven’t got a list of things I need to complete, but I’ve certainly got a long list of things I want to complete!