That’s the number of days I have left, assuming I live until 90. It might sound grim but it’s to me, it’s a daily reminder of my mortality and how I should live my life.
This is known as Memento Mori, latin for “Remember that you have to die”. This is a reminder that my life will end, along with everything in it. All my achievements and belongings will perish along with my body.
This fills me with an urgency to slow down and appreciate what every day brings. To fill my hours with what brings me joy. To let go of what doesn’t. To be with people who matter. To enjoy life today because the nights are limited.
I’m counting the days, one by one, and trying to make the days count.