I once knew someone who was given a short timeline. Strangely, it didn’t just change their life; it changed mine. Ten years sounds like a gift, but it also redefines what “later” really means.

I stopped thinking of time as something to save up, and started treating it like something that leaks away whether you notice or not.

The haunting part isn’t the final day. it’s the missed days you can’t get back.

As Seneca put it: “It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste much of it.”

So for me, the question isn’t what I’d do with 10 years. It’s whether I’ll avoid wasting today.