As an existentialist, the saying 'Don't squander time for it's the stuff that life is made of' is a lesson that carries a certain foreboding. What freaks me out is that I won't have enough time. Enough time to do all I want and see all I hope to see. Enough time with those I love.
Even if I live to 150, it won't ever really be enough. Who has ever really had enough of this wonderful gift of life? Even in the terrible times, there is promise of a better future.
Rather than throw myself into a panic (la nausee as Sartre would say), which used to plague me as a child before I even knew what an existentialist was, I now focus on what I have now. I'm celebrating each day in it's minutiae while still planning the next big thing in the future. My facebook feed reads as a 'who wants to do this?' with links to future fun. There is great comfort in celebrating the present, while 'knowing' what's round the corner (at least in anticipation).
So if you freak out about the issues of life and aging like me, remember the wisdom of Norton Juster: "Time is a gift, given to you, given to give you the time you need, the time you need to have the time of your life. ”
Always be asking what will you do with your one wild and precious life?
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