4264 Weeks

4264 weeks. That's it. That's your average lifespan; assuming you are blessed with an average one. I heard this fact last week and it terrified, yet motivated me.

Because here I am counting down the weeks until the next holiday. Living, yet wishing my life away. It's no way to live. Something needs to change. 

4624 weeks. What can I achieve with what's left? Finding the answer to that is the next challenge.

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