"Live every day as if it's your last" is a nice sentiment, but I've always found it impossible to do. If I followed that credo, I would never go to the doctor, clean my house*, eat healthily, sleep, fill out tax forms, or do one single thing I didn't want to do. Living each day as my last might kill me.
How we spend our time is very much affected by what we believe we have to plan for.
And of course, we don't know the
future, so life becomes a balancing act. We do a certain amount of
responsible, building-for-the-future work, and a certain amount of
heck-with-it, the-sun-is-shining play. And a certain amount of
vegetative staring at the wall in preparation for all those other busy
I was thinking today that as long as I do all three--work, play, and rest--I don't think of any of it as wasted time.
*I do little enough of that as it is. Twice a year,** whether it needs it or not!
**"Twice a year" is hyperbole. But only just barely.