I am still young, but I’m old enough to remember a time when my future stretched out in front of me like a vast wilderness. I was sure I would find great treasures there, and I couldn’t wait for it to arrive.
Now, my future is coming so fast that it sometimes passes me before I notice it. Every year is shorter; every day compressed. Time is passing, and I’m grasping to hold on to the intangible.
What will I do with this fleeting thing called time? I cannot hold it. I cannot control it. It passes. What do I control?
I have one moment, and it is always under my control. My now will determine my income, my impact, and my legacy. Now, how will I invest it?