There’s a unique little web site lurking in the dark crevices of the Internet that knows when you’re gonna die. Yep, some crazy used life-span statistics to build a program that gives you the actual day of your demise. It’s called www.deathclock.com and believe it or not, it’s a constant source of inspiration for me.
I’m dead serious. The Death Clock says I have until 2044, or about forty-two years to do all the things I’ve dreamed about. Forty-two years to love my wife. Forty-two years to impart all my wisdom into little Shane. Forty-two years to write a book; get a record contract; go to Europe; invent musical instruments; front a kick-ass band; fly to Seattle to meet a friend; showcase my black and white photos in a real art gallery; mentor a few wretched souls like myself; design and build a church worship center out of experimental instruments and buy an old Brownstone that has a secret passageway.
It also reminds me that forty-two years is too precious to waste in front of the TV, or worrying, or sleeping in, or bitching or not thanking God for all He’s given me.
Pretty inspiring, isn’t it?
Carpe Diem, baby!