The older I get, the more I’m mindful to follow the adage to live each day as if it was your last. To be present, enjoying the moments as they come, and to not take things for granted. To drop the troubled stories of the past, and the worries of the future.
But I also remember that I’m able to continuously enjoy living a healthy and happy life because I have made sure to take good care of myself all along the way, presuming I’d be thankful for it in the future. I’ve kept myself fit, and have practiced healthy habits with the explicit intent that I want to enjoy life feeling good, and for as long as I can.
So, yes, I understand it’s important to enjoy my days while I’m still here, and to ease up on worries about what could happen, as there’s no guarantee how many days I’ll get. But I also know that there’s a good chance I’ll have a long life chock full of days, and I certainly don’t want to go through them in misery because I was reckless with my health and livelihood, throwing all caution to the wind.
It’s a fine balance between staying present, and looking out for the future, but all of it is guided by having reverence for the life I’ve been given.