7,380 Days

     There it is.  The dreaded link just beside the totally relevant article you're reading at work.  It won't hurt if you just click it and explore for a second, right?  Wrong.  Before you know it, your job has paid you to sit and peruse the internet, and you've somehow found a website that tells you your age in days, hours, and minutes.
     Why is this so fascinating to us?  Why am I stuck on the fact that I'm a mere 7,380 days old as of this very Tuesday during the summer before my junior year of college?  I think there's a few reasons.

1)  It seems an awful lot shorter than my age in years.
Even though 20 is a way smaller number than 7,380, for some reason the idea that I've woken up and been a human for more than 7,000 days seems so small, especially when you consider that for some of those years I wasn't exactly a completely functional human.  Let's consider for a moment how many days I've been an adult.  805 days.  Wow.  I've only had 805 days to wake up, be on my own, and make my own rational, or irrational choices.

2)  How many of these days have I wasted?
  Let's look again at how long I've been an adult.  Out of those 805 days, I've probably spent at least a large portion of them watching TV, eating, etc.  Based on the statistics, of those 805 days, about 5 hours of each day were taken up by TV.  So 425 hours (about 18 days) were spent watching TV.  I've literally wasted about 2.5 weeks of my adulthood watching TV.  I'm sure I've spend even longer sleeping, on the Internet, etc. Really gets those thoughts abuzzin' doesn't it?

3)  How many more "second," "third," etc. chances am I really going to get?
My loved ones have had only 7,380 days to forgive me, move on, and pick back up in our relationship when my better judgment goes on a vacation.  Wouldn't it be better to think carefully, consider others, and not need a second, or third, chance from now on so that even more of my days are wasted by hurting the people I care about?

4)  Am I really in a hurry?
When everything that's ever happened to me up to this point has happened to me in a mere 7,380 days, do I really need to rush anything?  In the next 7,380 days, a whole lifetime of events could happen, so why am I really that concerned if I'm 32 seconds late to meet my friend who really doesn't care what time I get there anyway?  Is it the tractor that caused me to slow down on the way there?  Because maybe if it hadn't slowed down to a BLOOD-BOILING 19.8 MPH I'd only have 7,380 days total or I'd spend my 7,381st day without seeing the sunset.

Just give it some thought.  What's MOST important to you?  If you don't know, what do you get the most emotional about?  I'm willing to bet that's what means the most to you deep down.  Maybe after finding our just how short your life really is you'll want to re prioritize or go up to that person you've already known for 479 days and finally tell them the truth of Jesus Christ.  I'm sure I'm going to waste hundreds more days, but I'll be sure to waste at least some of them thinking about how to not waste the remaining thousands.