I have dedicated much of my life to caring for others, often at the expense of my own well-being. I’ve come to realize that time is a precious resource, and how we choose to spend our days has a profound impact on our energy and overall well-being. It has taken me years to embrace the passage of time rather than fearing or ignoring it.

By being mindful of how I use my time, I’ve been able to reclaim it, making more intentional choices.

As of this writing, I have lived 25,927 days, 622,248 hours, 37,334,916 minutes, and 2,240,094,960 seconds.

Each of those moments has been a gift—the joy, the pain, and everything in between.

Whether in the simple act of folding laundry at home or in the serene quiet of a Monastery, I’ve come to understand that rebirth follows the darkest times.

Change is inevitable, and nothing remains the same. Every morning, before I start my day, I take a moment to breathe deeply and center myself.

I ask myself daily questions, such as, “How can I cultivate healthier relationships?”

This practice of being light-hearted about the ebb and flow of life allows me to appreciate every moment with gratitude.