Total

11,833

If life could be quantified, despite its complexity, that would be the number of days I have existed and certainly a great number less for the days I have lived.

For some I know, for distant acquaintances, relatives of friends and loved ones, for a friend who passed on recently - they have never seen this number of days.

The average life expectancy of a male in a developed country is 26,645 days. I am almost mid-way there. And if by mathematical statistic I devote belief to, I would have 14,812 days remaining. At times that seems like eternity, at others it seems so brief. Life is indeed like a walking shadow. It flickers, it burns and it dies.

So as I sit here watching the clock move its hands, I ask myself this simple yet necessary question: where have the 11,833 days gone to? What have I done with these days?

Before the clock strikes midnight, it occurs to me that I would be a contended man if I had just 8,242 days left. That would be a good time, that would be good life. Not perfect. Difficult to say the least. But good.