I read a poem or speech or something this summer that struck me and I contemplated it for a long time. For the life of me I can’t find the article or even remember who wrote it. The familiarity of what I am about to write may evoke a memory in you if not in me. I would appreciate information if you have any.
The gist of the story is that no matter what you do today the price of today is one day. One day that you will never get back. You probably don’t think about how precious a day is until you don’t have many left but it has to be the dearest price to pay for anything. I contemplated this awhile back in my review of In Time.
Well, here’s another angle. Not only do you have an obligation to yourself to make your day worth one day, you have an obligation to your family, your friends, your students and coworkers, and, dare I say, the entire world to make sure that your day is worth one day. And at the very least make sure that you are giving the world a day’s worth.