That's how long they say it takes to become an expert at something.
That is one hundred ninety-one years or seventy thousand days
if you take one hour per day, one day per week. Twenty-seven years
or ten thousand days if you take one hour per day every day of the week.

I have been living for one hundred eighty-five thousand nine hundred fifty-two hours
or seven thousand seven hundred forty-eight days,
and I am no expert at living. At the rate of twenty-four hours per day
every single day we all should be experts of living after four hundred sixteen days
or just over one year of life, but this is not the case.

All of this breathing, and I am no better at it then I once was.
Sure my body is efficient at all of the things a body should be
but that is not living. Living is waking up in the morning
with the smell of fresh dew and a lover's sweat lingering in your nose.
Living is that taste of freedom that creeps into your mouth whenever
you sense a chance to try something new. Living is holding
hands, and sprinting headlong into the horizon.

Living it being scared, but for all the right reasons and living is
being proud of the results. I am no expert at living. I have yet
to meet one, and we have people on this earth that are over one hundred
that is eight hundred seventy-six thousand five hundred seventy plus hours
of living and still no experts. Yet still I search for the ten thousandth hour.