Your Time Is Now

Your Time Is Now

The mayfly seems like a tragic creature.

Mayflies are insects that develop in a water environment, from which, after a growth period lasting around a year, they finally emerge as adults in a form not unlike a butterfly.

They then take flight above the water, find a mate, lay eggs . . . and they die—after only one day.

When polled on what they would do with only one day to live, people’s responses varied. Some would overindulge in pleasure or tell off their boss. Some would spend time with loved ones and ask for forgiveness from those they’ve hurt.

While you could have fifty more years, none of us is guaranteed our next breath. What would you do with that time?

Perhaps the mayfly’s life isn’t so tragic. Maybe it chooses to fly, to love, to leave behind a legacy, because it knows its time is now.

There’s no tragedy in time well-spent.

Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that’s the stuff life is made of. —Benjamin Franklin