I HAVE 16371 DAYS TO LIVE

Day 64 - Why 16,370 Days? Read more 👇 Today's mission: hug a tree. Genuinely. They give us oxygen, shade, fruit, basically everything, and we barely acknowledge them. Sometimes you've just gotta tell your tree bros you love them too. Day 64. Haven't skipped a single one. We're conditioned to think in years, and that's exactly the trap. Years feel bottomless, like there's always another one waiting somewhere ahead. Until there isn't. A day won't let you get away with that illusion. You either did something with it or you let it slide by. No blurry middle ground. My dad's heart gave out far too early. Both my grandfathers died young too. Add my own history with addiction on top of that, and this stops being some clever little calculation. It's my actual bloodline, staring straight back at me. So where does this number actually come from? Average life expectancy is around 80 years. Converted to days, that's roughly 29,200. Subtract what I'd already lived by 35, and you land on 16,433. 64 days of posting later, that's 16,370. Hopefully. Which is precisely why this stays public. Kept private, it dies within a week. Said out loud daily, it forces real action. Because I'm a dad now. That rewired something in me permanently. Now there's someone who needs me here in twenty years, and eventually finally has a face attached to it. Hers. The account's called Life of Jakob. Fitting, right?