One day I was in the break room with some fellow interns, and we once again started counting our required number of hours and calculating how old we'd be when we finally got licensed. The higher the number, the worse we felt.Source: Maybe You Should Talk to Someone by Lori Gottlieb
A supervisor in her sixties walked by and overheard the conversation. "You'll turn thirty or forty or fifty anyway, whether your hours are finished or not," she said. "What does it matter what age you are when that happens? Either way, you won't get today back."
We all went quiet. You won't get today back.
For all our days have passed away in Your wrath;Source: Psalm 90:9-12
We finish our years like a sigh.
The days of our lives are seventy years; and if by reason of strength they are eighty years,
Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Who knows the power of Your anger? For as the fear of You, so is Your wrath.
So teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
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