Heartbeats

Maybe you didn’t ask to be here, but like it or not, we are all issued a heart at birth, and that heart contains a finite number of heartbeats. The exciting part is, none of us gets to know what that number is.

The average heart beats 2.5 billion times. That seems like a huge number, I know. And it is, when you’re at the beginning of those heartbeats. But I can promise you, when you’re nearing the other end of that spectrum, it’s not going to seem like a lot.

Let’s say you’re fairly fit and have an average heart rate of 70 beats per minute. 2.5 billion divided by 70 is 35,714,285 minutes. Divide that by 60 for hours, divided by 24 for days, divided by 365 for years, and you wind up with 67.95 years. 2.5 billions heartbeats doesn’t feel that huge anymore, right? Course, that’s all assuming an uneventful life…uneventful, as in you don’t get hit by a truck crossing the street this afternoon, or trip and hit your head on the coffee table, or…well, you get my drift.

The average life expectancy is 79 years old. Well, it was. Thanks to COVID-19, the American life expectancy has dropped by 1.5 years in the last year. No shit. Now, the average life is 77.3 years. Thanks, Obama!

None of us has the luxury of knowing how much time is on the clock. And yet 95% of society is oblivious to that face, sleepwalking through this existence. We think that oil or gold or diamonds are valuable, when the truth of the matter is that the most precious resource on Earth is none of that shit. It’s time. But we take that most valuable resource for granted, and then freak out when our mortality comes bearing down upon us.

It’s not like we can be surprised. Life is terminal, none of us are getting out of here alive. So why don’t we ACT like it? When do we wake up and see how we are squandering this precious thing called life?

Life is not about the acquisition of stuff. It’s not about wealth or real estate or your cool car or how many gold coins you’ve managed to stock up in case of the zombie apocalypse. You aren’t going to care about any of that when you nearing the end of those 2.5 billion heartbeats. Guaranteed.

Life is not about work. I can promise you that when you’re lying on your deathbed you’re not going to be lamenting that you didn’t put in more overtime.

Life is about people. That’s what you’re going to want surrounding you when on you’re on that final bed…PEOPLE. The ones you love and care for. The meaning of life is relationship. That doesn’t matter if you’re Buddhist, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, agnostic, atheist, or you believe in they Flying Spaghetti Monster – that truth is absolute. Relationship is the only thing that matters. It is all we have. Even the most Olympian level hermits, such as myself, cannot weather this world alone. We are social beings, we need people…we crave people.

There is a saying.

Where you place your time, you place your heart. And where you place your heart, you place your love. So be very cautious about where you are placing your time.

Where are you placing your time? In front of the TV 10 hours a day? Is THAT what you treasure the most? Television? Video games? Are you opting for things to distract you, to pass the time, to keep you from the real purpose of life…which is people? Have you given this real thought? I promise you in 10, 20, 30 years you’re not going to be thinking, “I should have watched more TV.” You’re going to be regretting not spend more time with this person and that person, regretting the wasted time. Time you can never get back.

And guess what? I don’t care how much money you have, death is the great equalizer.

Our heartbeats are limited, and you can’t buy more.

So here’s the question.

Where exactly are you investing your heartbeats?

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