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Consistency is the Hard Part

The one thing I consistently fail to account for when planning trips, especially shorter ones, is the disruption it will cause to my routine. For over a hundred days in a row, I wrote a blog post every day, did a Chinese lesson, worked on SETT, and a few other things for which I hold myself accountable.

I went to Peru for ten days, and although I started off strong, jamming in the blog post and Chinese lessons on my flights and bus ride to the Andes, once I started hiking I stopped doing those things. No real foul there, because breathing and walking had become difficult first priorities. When I got back to civilization, still in Peru, I resumed working hard on SETT, but I stopped doing Chinese lessons. I was practicing Spanish every day, though, so that made it okay. I wrote a monster blog post about Peru and sort of let myself coast on that. After all, it was a lot longer than my average post.

I got back to San Francisco and had only a week before I was going to Mexico. That week was great. I felt bad about being off schedule, so I used that as motivation to get back on. I rated three of those days as As and four as Bs, which is a pretty solid week. Next there are ten days completely missing from my schedule. I remember them, though. I worked on SETT every day while I was in Mexico, at a reduced capacity, as expected. I did a couple Chinese lessons, but was speaking Spanish, and fell behind on blog posts. Maybe I wrote four during those ten days.

Again, I got back and got back on schedule, but this time with less consistency. One day I gave myself an F and didn't even write any notes on the day. A few others I got Ds. There are As and Bs, too, but not as many as there should be.

Regrets of Depressed, Dying Patients in a Government Nursing Home

On Striving For Happiness

I used to volunteer in a government owned nursing home with horrible living conditions. Most patients had psychiatric problems, couldn't walk and had no family that ever visited them. There were 12 patients to every one nurse. No windows, no plants, no entertainment aside from a small box TV. It was the most depressing place I’ve ever been. If I were them, I would have preferred death. Most of them died shortly after arriving to this hell-hole.

One thing these dying men and women told me every day was that I should appreciate my life, because it really does go by in a second. At the young age of 16 I scoffed at this thought.... Pfftt…. Life is so slow I can’t wait to go to college and start a career!

But really, time flies by. Most of us have already lived 33% of our life-a scary thought! Soon, we too will be on our death beds and amazed at how we’re nearing the end. Most of the men and women I met were not self-fulfilled. Whenever I saw them think of their past their eyes glistened with sadness. I just wanted to hug them. They viewed their lives as a waste.

We must always keep death in mind. Don’t wait until your 80 to realize you valued all the wrong things like the men and women I took care of.

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