Another 525,600 minutes…
Another 525,600 minutes
Today, I turned another year older. When I’m asked how old I am, I tell people “old enough to know the difference between right and wrong and still young enough not to care.” But on a more reflective note, I look at my birthday not so much through awards and accomplishments over the past year, but through the words of playwright Jonathan Larson, who wrote the play Rent.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In the bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
It’s time now to sing out though the story never ends
Let’s celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love, measure in love
You know that love is a gift from up above
Measure your life in love
Seasons of love
I think I’m finally starting to grow up. Who knew?
