The Ultimate Deadline: Crafting a Life of Meaning Before Time Runs Out

Life has an expiration date we like to pretend doesn’t exist.

It’s as though life will always be there to be lived.

So, we put our significant and meaningful dreams and goals off for some “future” time and place.

Contemplating our mortality is one of the most sobering thought exercises we can do.

People are deathly afraid (pun intended) of their own death.

But why?

Is it not dark that makes up appreciate light?

Is it not cold that makes us appreciate warmth?

And conversely, is it not heat that makes us appreciate cold?

Why is the juxtaposition of life and death any different?

From the moment we breathed our first breath, our story began, beginning with the end already written.

What we put in the pages between that first breath and our last page is our choice.

When we understand and embrace that we have an expiration date and have no way of knowing when that is, we shift our perspective and focus.