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.
It was very poetic and mathematically sound in its message. I give it four out of five finger snaps.
ReplyDeleteThanks Tommy, I always strive to be poetic when I speak of such things. It draws attention to the subject at hand. It also makes the blog easier to remember.
DeleteIndeed time waits for no one, love the metaphor of our heart being a metronome that keeps us in time.
ReplyDeleteTime is a commodity too valuable to waste, Chris. Everything depends on what we do with the time we have. How many will have nothing to show when it runs out?
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