Growing up, I’ve always wanted the approval of people which growing into myself made me quickly realize.
I have tried to make sense of life in numeric terms or in a way that makes it obvious that we don’t really have enough time on this planet.
I imagined living a full life until 80 years which seems like a lot but the moment I multiplied that by the number of days in a year, 365 (which makes 29,200) things started becoming interesting and scary.
So let me put it in context, I know people that drive an average of about 30000 km per year, people that earn more than that figure in a week in any currency and people that read texts that add up to over 40000 words in 6 months.
29,200 is such a feeble number & we all have around 29,200 days to live, which isn’t even guaranteed. So imagine that you try to please a unique person every day (from the moment you were born); by the end of your life, you would have tried to please plus-minus 29200 people.
Now imagine the amount of people in the world. Yup, 7 billion.
So you have barely scratched the surface of the world & while doing that, you have also forgotten to find (the most important person); who you are, which is probably the goal that has the highest priority on this earth for any individual.
I could argue that finding oneself may last a lifetime for many people but you can get better odds by not trying to please others in the process.
This is really worth thinking about, so what’s important to you? Pleasing 29200 that don’t really care or finding just one person you have all the access to (yourself); and making the best of the little gift of time that we have?
So what do you mean to you amidst 29200 potentially unique people? Think about it.