The reality of life is that it is temporary.
The reality of life is that it is infinite.
The reality of life is that it is contradictory.

A cell divides and divides again. That cell has been dividing as long as life itself—all my cells are that cell, the life I contain is as immortal as my children.

But life as I experience it is limited, not everlasting; this life on earth will end. My life here will end.

But I can’t live as though there is no tomorrow—that would be foolishness. Living without the awareness of eternal life would be as shortsighted as ignoring the frailty of my own.

What if I knew exactly when I would die? What if I knew I would die 10 years from today? What would I do?

I’d have time to learn to be a writer and write one good novel. “10,000 hours to be an expert.” 1,000 hours a year. 20 hours a week. 3 hours a day plus 5 on Saturday. Damn, that’s a lot of writing just to die right when I finish.

That’s really going to cut into my reading.

I’d better get moving.