Life Lessons from 1,000 Years of Experience

Every year on my birthday (January 5), I like to conduct some interesting exercise that will push me to grow in a new way. In past years, I’ve written gratitude letters to all of my close family and friends, gone on a 10-hour silent walk, and done a lengthy self-reflection process.

But this year felt different.

The birth of my son in May has altered my relationship with the most fundamental reality—time. Observing the passage of time—both in his daily changes and in the juxtaposition of the newness of his life with the maturity of his grandparents’ lives—has left me wrestling with its nature.

I fall somewhere in the middle. As I turn 32, I have lived a bit, but still have so much to learn.

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