Updated: May 19
I enjoyed an interesting talk with a friend today where we touched briefly on the differing ways in which people pace the moments of their days and the days of their lives. Of course, there are many factors at play in how we live, though I mentioned to my friend that one of the things that makes me rise early, work and play hard, and then go to sleep early and deeply is the sense that my moments are passing and there will be no more moments to follow. I get twenty-four hours today (if I'm lucky) which are deducted permanently from whatever balance sheet provides accounting for my life. There's no time to spare. Not a moment to waste. Even if I won't ever know when my time is at last up and I am done. I wonder if this sense would be different if I thought there was something more?
My name is Kurt Bell.
You can learn more about The Good Life in my book Going Alone.
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