Sometimes, I wish I had more time. 

I sit at my desk, day after day, wondering if I could achieve more, if only I had another hundred years or so. Then again, if I had another hundred years, would I still be wishing for the same thing? A second hundred years? A third? 

There’ll never be enough time to satisfy me. At least I’m self-aware enough to admit that. I just want to be able to see everything, experience everything. I want to see where technology goes in the next few hundred years. Will we have flying cars? Teleportation? Will our phones be seamlessly integrated with our brains? 

Sometimes, I fear that when my time comes, I won’t have accomplished everything that I want to accomplish. 

There are so many things I want to do. I want to become famous, to have hundreds of thousands of adoring fans. I want to be rich, so I don’t have to worry about money ever again. I want to start a family with the woman I love. I want to spend as much time as possible with everyone who is close to me. 

What if I cease to be before I can do everything? What if I’m lying there, knowing my time is up, regretting that I never became famous, or never had any children, or not having spent as much time as I wanted to with someone? 

Sometimes, I sit down, and I remind myself that worrying about the future won’t solve any of my problems. 

My life is here and now, and I have the power to shape my own future. It isn’t about if I don’t achieve my goals, or if I’ve got enough time – it’s about how I use the time I have to work towards my goals. 

Perhaps I’m right, and it’s not fair that we have such little time here on Earth, but even if I am, lamenting it won’t change a thing. 

Sometimes, instead of thinking about my life in terms of how many years I have left, I think about it a different way. 

Each day, I never know if tomorrow will come. Until I wake up the next morning, I can’t be sure if I’ll get another day. 

All I have is twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours to spend achieving my goals, experiencing the wonders of what’s new in the world, and simply living. 

I think that’s the most important part. 

Living. 

As long as I’m doing that, I’m not worrying about the future. I’m not despairing that there isn’t enough time. I’m just enjoying everything I have, and taking comfort knowing that I’m happy. 

Sometimes, that’s— no.  

Not sometimes. 

That’s always all you need. 

To be happy. 

And I am. I well and truly am.