In the palm of your hand

Imagine a grid with 52 rows across and 90 rows down.

That’s your life if you live for 90 years. Just a few thousand weeks that fit in a single image that easily fits in the palm of your hand.

Do you find that depressing? Why? It’s reality. You can’t make any more time (unless you know something I don’t).

Why not think of that image as liberating? Motivating?

Why not let it set you free?

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