Ten Great Years Explained.

I'm not big into travel.  My oldest son was trying to convince me to do more of it, suggesting that as the years go by I will no longer want to do any traveling, either because of physical incapacity or just general older age inertia, or both.   So I'd better get started, according to his reasoning.

His arguments didn't sway me - but they did get me thinking more about my age, my mortality, my plans for the coming years, etc.

The thing is, I might have 10 more years, I might have 20 or more, or I might have only one, or even less. No one knows.   Having recently survived a surprise encounter with advanced kidney cancer, I can certainly the fragility of life.   But what most definitely is known is that our lives are finite. There is most certainly an end. And at age 66, the years until that end are comparatively short.

In whatever time I have left, I will live to my fullest and go as far as possible towards my goals while doing work that I enjoy.

One more thing.  Reaching your goals is icing on the cake, but not necessary.   In the words of the ancient Greek philosopher Seneca, "The whole future lies in uncertainty.  Live immediately". 

Fill your days with activities you enjoy, in pursuit of goals are meaningful.  That's what counts.