62 years from now

This might be a morbid post. But I’d like to think it will be inspiring. You tell me. I listened to the audiobook “Die with Zero” by Bill Perkins recently. The book focuses on how to life your life and die with zero regrets. Make the most of your money while you’re here instead of obsessively planning till you’re 123 years old. Chances are that you probably won’t live that long. It’s based on statistics; don’t fight me!

So… I decided to do a lifespan calculator based on my current health stats. If I don’t get hit by a bus and/or get any terminal illnesses, then 86 is the estimate. 

I might have already mentioned but I love countdowns.

I made a countdown till I’m 86 years old.

Since I did this, I’ve been thinking about 86 year old me. As I take my last breath in the club while dancing with a man young enough to be my grandson, what will I be thinking about? What would future me look back at and laugh at? What advice would she give 24 year old me? Am I making her proud?

As morbid as it is, it puts a lot into perspective for me. If I have only 62 years left (more or less), why am I stressing over my GMAT when I already have an acceptable score? If I only have 22,962 days till I expire, why am I not using all my sick time for my mental health? With the 744 months that I might be lucky to have, why am I playing around with my happiness?

I have to keep the fragile but sexy 86 year old me from looking back with regret. That’s my full time job starting right now.

This is a resolution I’m proud of. I hope I can come back to this post whenever I’m stressing over a minor inconvenience or having anxiety over people who aren’t worth it. I hope you all can as well 🙂

xoxo Gen Z Fire Baby

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