Numbered Days

October 6, 2025


Our days are numbered, this isn’t a threat or a tragedy, just a truth. One we tend to keep tucked away, quiet and distant, until something reminds us how fragile and fleeting this all really is. We are only on this planet for a limited time, and though that fact might sound somber, it holds a strange kind of freedom. Because once you accept that your time is finite, what you choose to do with it starts to matter in a way that is both urgent and beautiful. And nothing fills those days with more meaning, more joy, more deep and satisfying presence than creating, every single day, something that comes from the heart.

To make art is to make use of your time in the most life-affirming way. It's not just about producing something to be seen or sold; it's about claiming your day, your energy, your voice. It's about showing up for yourself and saying, this is what I feel, this is what I see, this is who I am while I'm still here. You can't stop time, and you can't outrun the end, but you can meet each moment with a kind of defiance, a bold and joyful refusal to waste it.

When you create, especially when you paint, you enter a space where time loosens its grip. You lose yourself in color, in form, in the quiet conversations between your intuition and your hands. You forget the ticking clock. You become expansive, alive, electric. That is not just living, it’s vitality. It’s the kind of presence that wakes you up and keeps you awake. Art-making doesn’t just help you endure life, it gives you a reason to cherish it. It’s not about painting pretty things, it’s about pouring yourself into the work like it’s your last chance to say something true.

Because one day, it will be.

But when that day comes, and your hands are finally still, your work remains. It hangs in rooms. It lives in journals. It lingers in memories and moves through the world long after you're gone. You may not be able to choose how much time you get, but you can choose what you do with it. You can choose to create with intensity, with honesty, with nothing held back. You can choose to leave behind more than just a life lived, you can leave behind proof that you felt deeply, saw clearly, and gave something real of yourself to the world.

So paint like it’s your last painting. Create like your time is precious, because it is. But know, too, that within that truth is not limitation, but boundless possibility. You may be here for a finite number of days, but what you do within them can echo forever.