Our time is not unlimited, but the possibilities are. The important thing about life is not to waste it. Do what you can while you can still do it.
The end is unknown, because the story is not finished. Our actions determine how things turn out. We will either get the credit or the blame.
No one can live for you, nor can any stay death's icy touch. Failure is a personal matter. Doing nothing is the means of becoming the same.
Those weary with days will grieve when they stop. That which you put aside just might go undone. Or it could be left in the hands of another.
Who knows when the beating in one's chest will cease? Let it be the metronome that keeps you in time. For there is music yet to be played.
Our lives are a song the heart sings. It cries out to be heard in the darkness of night. Give ear to what it has to say before we reach the final beat.