Visualize Time

“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make
you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take
pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still
believe it to be a beautiful place.” ~Iain Thomas

Comparing my past to my present is something I’ve been doing a lot lately, I wouldn’t recommend doing it for too long though. It’s like trying to get to the next page, chapter, or even series of a book, but you can’t due to consistently flipping pages in the opposite direction. Rather than evaluate and compare, I need to form the habit of just processing, limiting retention, and allowing the force of time to do it’s thing.

It’s always easy to say you’ll do something, but taking action is what’s difficult. To combat the urge of putting something off, or simply saying “I’ll do it later, or I’ll start tomorrow” I created an artboard through Adobe Illustrator to visualize all the days I’ve lived, as well as an estimate of the days I have left based on the median life expectancy in the United States for a male. I have been on this planet for a total of 10,788 days. In 19,212 days, I’ll hit my 82nd birthday. I went to to quickly punch in my birthday to get my exact number. When you see it presented, you quickly realize that our time is short. Try this out and see if this sparks any change or realizations about your own life.


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I once had,

I once had a mind of Quicksand, 
That dragged ideas into its depths, 
Inhaling specks of sunlight, 
Every time I drew a breaths, 
Bit the worlds thought me a hazard, 
When every word I spoke, I meant, 
So around me they put up caution, 
And filled me with cement.

I once had a mind of tree roots, 
Using the lack of light to thrive, 
Discovering it’s in darkness, 
That we learn to feel alive, 
But the world thought me too tangled, 
That my mind reached far too wide, 
So they ripped me from the earth, 
Where constant sunlight left me dried.

I once had a mind of storm clouds, 
with every lesson I grew tall, 
Until I’d finally seen enough, 
To let my observations fall, 
But the world trapped them in buckets, 
Before they could taste them on their tongue, 
For surely minds are shallow, 
When they belong to someone young.
-Erin Hanson
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Grief is powerful

Most people will take things for granted, and it’s hard especially as we get older. Grief is like a comfort zone, and is not a place to stay, but a passage to change, and it’s not a sign of weakness, but a sign of love.

You know we grieve so hard because we love so hard. We love hard because even the strongest bonds are just…temporary. So cry if you need to cry, yell if you need to yell, talk it you need to talk, we don’t have the luxury of time to be complacent. Do what works for you.