We spend our lives waiting for the weekend, for retirement, for the alarm clock to ring. We wait for love to find us, for happiness to shine on us, for success to cling to our name. We’re waiting for a tomorrow that isn’t promised.
Your life is not your friends wedding, or an annual family vacation. It isn’t an anticipated payday or the joy of the Christmas season. Your life is seconds that turn into minutes, months that turn into years. This moment is not your life. Tomorrow is not your life, a year from now is not your life. Your life is everything you’ll one day look back on. The emotions you’ve felt, the memories you made. It’s the little things that are big things, that you’re throwing away with the hands of the clock.