35 years. Wow, that’s something. You can recall something happened 25 years ago, and 25 years is already a lot.
1826 weeks and 3 days ago I came to life. I’ll think about this when I see a fully packed week ahead of me.
12785 days ago I started this journey. It’s funny, this doesn’t seem like much to me. Maybe because we tend to live each day thinking about the next one. How many days can I recall of these 12785? How many days did I really “live”?
306840 hours. Ok, this sounds like a lot, but still, it’s hours we’re talking about. Is it really so heavy to wait for one more hour when you need to do something? How many hours have I spent doing what I really love?
18,410,400 minutes. How many minutes have I wasted worrying, being mad, trying to control what’s out of my reach? How many have I spent loving and making people around me happy? In the end, this is the only thing that will stay after we’re gone.
1,104,624,000 seconds. How many seconds did I use to make good decisions? How many seconds did it take to tell kind words to people around me? And how many seconds to tell kind words to me?
Time was here before me, time will be hereafter me. I used to be terrified of time, and sometimes I still am. How do you see life:
“Today is one day more” or “Today is one day less”?
Maybe that’s what drives me in playing drums. By subdividing and directing time, I have the feeling that I can control it. And maybe I really do. As far as I am allowed, I do my best to create something beautiful with that time.
Live, love and spread the beauty.
"How many seconds did I use to make good decisions? How many seconds did it take to tell kind words to people around me? And how many seconds to tell kind words to me?"
