Confessions of a Sophisticated Sloth
If you were told you had five years to live, would you live more in those five years than in the decades you might have had left?
By “live” I cannot mean “lifespan,” or the question isn’t worth asking. I mean to live wide awake, live purposefully, live undistracted by empty pleasures. Could you imagine the quality of those five years becoming preferable? Could five years more alive to God, his world, and the faces around us outshine decades of business and bluster with little fullness?