TL DR : If you're able to read this, here's news for you, you don't have even 30,000 days left. Don't waste 'em.

https://understandinguncertainty.org/why-life-expectancy-misleading-summary-survival

As a man, you're most likely to die by the age of 86. Let's go nature's way and assume you hit puberty by the age of 12-13 (which is when nature expected you to start manning up, till then we can forgive you for being dependent). Do the math and you've got just 27,028 days remaining, including leap years.

When I change my unit of time for a life lived from years to days, it totally changes my perspective.

When you see how quickly a day flies, you'll respect how small this number is. And you WILL find your days and weeks absolutely blasting by when you're binging in pleasure addictions - the internet, porn, masturbation, video games, unproductive time, busy for just filling time.

I'm turning 30 in a year and a half, and in a way it means where I stand, over a third of my life is gone - not one second, one minute, one hour, one millisecond of that is gonna come back.

Every minute you spent on unproductive shit that felt pleasurable but made you depressed at the end of the day because you look back and realize you didn't make a damn piece of progress? Not one second is gonna come back. You'll never be 18 and feel immortal again. I think back to vacation days in college where after the exams, I'd binge watch shows and realize it was 2 a.m., go to bed, get no good sleep, spend the next day at half strength -- well, it's been 10 goddamn years since then. 3652 days, 88000 hours.

If the 10,000 hour rule was correct, and I only spent half of my 24 hours working and sleeping 8 hours a day, I could have mastered 4 different domains by now since my 18th birthday and almost half way through a 5th. But did I?

That depression is your inner soul trying to warn you to evolve. Our brains evolved to treat pleasure like white sugar (it's very scarce). Even an 80:20 split of your time assuming you're awake for 16-17 hours means over 3 hours of pleasure - TV, internet, porn, games, wasted gossip - daily. The amount of pleasure we're bombarded with daily is way too much for our minds these days. It's made our brains obese and sick, just like our bodies.

Wanna lift, spend time with your loved ones, read, improve your SMV, date girls, make money, create opportunities for yourself, do yoga, build an empire, whatever? Quit pleasure and get productive. Get out of the internet and those smartphone apps - they're making us autistic. I am sorry to say that when I look back, I was most productive only in the gym where no BS was entertained - they do not allow phones inside for a reason.

Say I only saved Sunday for enjoyment - even if I worked my ass off and was 100% productive for all the 16-17 hours I was awake, that's still an 85:15 split between productivity and pleasure. In reality, no one's 100% productive all the time, not even 75% of the time.

Why? Because we've got finite energy - physical (the body), mental (the mind), emotional (the heart), spiritual (the motivation, the why). If we need to manage our time well, we must manage these energies better.

Pleasure ain't the purpose of life - we've got 1000x more pleasures than any of our ancestors ever did - my grandparents didn't see electricity until 1950. And with all these pleasures, I can't smile like my 1 year old niece who has no idea how to binge on netflix. Happiness is already within.

The purpose of a man's life is simply - becoming the best version of himself.

I realized this when the world labelled me 'low value' for the first time in my life, when I lost attraction and got divorced - the shit hit me like a freight train at 100 mph when guys with less than a quarter my ability mocked the old beta me as not 'half a man' - and I wasn't even a slacker. But somewhere along the way, the pleasures of the world tempted me, and while I did make progress, I became unproductive enough that when I look at the guy in the mirror, I see the chasm between what he could really do and where he ended up.

If you really wanna be happy in life, you need to feel proud of the guy in the mirror. I don't need any more spirituality for the why.

At 28, I'm not nearly old, and yet I have only 21000 days before I will most likely be dead (if modern lifestyle hasn't killed me sooner). If I don't quit low value activities that don't make me better than yesterday, there's no chance I'll have this energy when I'm 70 and still have 16 more years to go.

I don't have a minute to lose. Or a calorie to waste. Neither does anyone else.