I did some math last night. I had the solution, but not the equation; after much thought, I solved the problem. I calculated that I have much time still to make up for wasting ten years of my life hating my body, constantly criticizing myself, and feigning happiness.
I am almost thirty and have only really lived with joy for twenty years, the ages of 14-24 being a bleak period of just “getting by” hidden behind a shiny exterior of athletic and academic success. How much of your time has been spent just “getting by” the way I did?
Someone once asked me where I come up with my thoughts, my energy and my desire to explore the world until there is nothing left to see, and here is my answer: I owe it to myself to make up for lost time. I owe it to the world to love and live and give more than I ever have before, for this is my opportunity to make up my time.
Make your own time. Live with such vibrant enthusiasm that you squeeze the extra out of life that you allowed yourself to miss out on before.