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This is a diagram of my life.


It began in 1973 and it will never end.  A speck of my life will be lived before I die.  And an eternity will be lived after that day.  Do we believe that?

On your first day on the other side of the grave, do you think you’ll look back on this life and be flooded with gratitude for hours spent watching episodes of American Idol and Lost?  Will you wish you’d done more of that? Do you think you’ll look back fondly on the effort and money spent remodeling the kitchen?  Will you wish you’d had a nicer home? Do you think you’ll be glad you were up-to-date on the juicy details of celebrity lives?  Will you wish you’d read more magazines? Will you regret not spending more time at the office?  Will you wish you’d logged just a few more hours every week at work? Will you miss your blog or Facebook?  WIll you wish you’d just had a couple hundred more readers, just a few more “friends?”

Me neither.

We’re in the red speck. Right. Now.

I’m asking myself: How much of what I’m doing today will really matter when the speck is over?