It’s my 42nd birthday today. At the risk of sounding like an old man reminiscing about my younger years, how the past 20 years have gone by so quickly.
Life hasn’t exactly gone as planned. I’m not married and don’t have any children. I’m also not a billionaire with my own jet and a few sports cars in my garage (I really missed the mark on that one). That garage was of course attached to a big mansion. So my youthful fantasies didn’t eventuate, but I have to say that I’m extremely happy with my life. I live and feel like I’m 30 (unfortunately the same can’t be said for my appearance), I’m motivated to do the things I enjoy and I have some interests I’m passionate about. I can’t complain about that. Getting older (aka maturing) puts things into perspective. I appreciate time more and utilise every minute of the day. I refuse to have a television. I once did the math on television habits with the following disturbing result:
– the average person spends, at least, 3 hours per day watching TV.
– 3 hours per day x 7 days = 21 hours per week
– the average person spends, at least, 8 hours per day at work.
– 21 hours \ 8 hours = 2.625 working days.
That’s almost 3 full working days, per week, of sitting on a sofa watching TV.
Imagine getting an extra 3 days on a weekend to do all the stuff you don’t get a chance to do during the week.
I do love to watch movies though. So maybe I’ll get a TV one day just for movies.