Endless Numbered Days

I can't help but shake this overwhelming sense of time lately. It undoubtedly has to do with my birthday. More often than not over this last week, I find myself dwelling on how much time has passed in my life and wondering how much time I have left. Did I spend my first 23 years well? Did I accomplish all I could? Did I potentiate my time? Most certainly, I did not. There is nothing I can do about that now. The real question I find myself facing now is this: Have I learned anything from time lost? I want to believe that I have. I want to believe that's what has me letting this out now. After all, life is a learning experience. We must be mindful of the lessons life presents us every day. We must be careful not to let a day pass which we do not take something from. "You learn something new every day," that's what people constantly say, right? People also say that "no one is perfect." Two common expressions, both readily accepted. So, think about them coincidentally. If you learn something new every single day, but you will never be perfect, then our capacity to grow our minds and our hearts must be greater than we will ever know. So, with boundless room for improvement and an uncertain amount of time in this life, I resolve to be more conscious of investing my time into things that will grow my heart, my mind and my soul, so that I may better my life and the lives of those I love.