It hit me like a ton of bricks, realizing that at 30 years old, 90% of the time spent with people I loved was behind me.
Here’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately and I think it’s worth all of us taking some time to think about it.
It hit me a while back that for some of the people I love most in my life, I’m already on the tail end of my relationship with them.
At 30, that didn’t make sense at first, but hear me out and look at it this way:
I see my parents once, maybe twice per month. They are both around sixty and for simple math, let’s say I’m one of the extremely lucky humans who has both his parents live until they are 90. Being generous on both accounts, that means I’ll see them a total of 720 more days in my life (24 times per year, 30 years)
At first, that might sound like a lot, but when you really think about it, it’s not.
Take a step back and look at it in the big picture and you start to really realize why this matters.
During my first 18 years of my life, I spent most of my days with my parents – let’s say 90% of the time during my first 18 years – so in total about 6,000 days.
That means, at this point in my life, given the very lucky scenario that they both live to be 90 and I see them twice a month, I have already spent almost 90% of my allotted time with them.
Yep, that’s when this really hit me.
I’m 30 years old, I still have ~66% of my life ahead of me, and yet, for the two people I love most, almost 90% of the time I get to spend with them is already spent. I have just 10% of my time left with them.
Waking up to that reality hit me like a ton of bricks. While I feel like I have so much time ahead of me, in some ways, that time is far smaller than I could ever imagine.