Ben Casnocha's latest book review about chasing daylight hit me pretty hard.
Ever since I freaked out my poor babysitter with a crying fit in the shower over the realization that one day I was going to die (age 6 -- yeah, I was a fun kid), I've always kept the idea of my own death in the back of my thoughts.
It's a great motivator. Each day is a gift. Our time is limited. How we spend it is permanent.
But, I hadn't really given much thought to just *how* limited my time is until I read one of the comments to Ben's post.
The commenter encouraged people to calculate their "Number" (aka, how many days you have left, give or take). If I assume I live to 75, I have somewhere in the ballpark of 14,000 days left.
Now that's some *serious* motivation.