Time is precious. Don’t waste it: not a second. Not a minute. Not an hour. Not a day. You may look up and find years gone, while you stand still.

• If you love him, tell him so. Don’t worry about what he might say in return.
• If you appreciate her, she needs to know now. We’re not promised a single day.
• If you owe your son an apology, do it now while he still thinks the world of you.
• If you haven’t spent time with your daughter, do so today. It’s not too late.

Whatever your dream was, chase it today. I think the greatest tragedy a person may face is looking back on a life of simple existence knowing you never dared to dream; knowing you should have lived, but chose not to. Life isn’t supposed to be simply existing. We’re meant to live it out loud until we’ve got nothing left.

I’m 45 years old, watching as the patriarchs of my family die off one by one. As I grow older, I’m becoming more aware of the importance of time. It’s truly precious. I don’t want to waste what’s left. Tomorrow’s not promised.

What would you do with your life, if you knew exactly how much time you had left? Where would you go? What would you finish? What would you say?