The usage of time

“Ardently do today what must be done.

Who knows? Tomorrow, death comes.”

- Buddha

We live and we die, we leave this world into the unknown. Believer reader might be or sceptic, the reality is indifferent to thy wishes. The revelation of way beyond the death door, if there is one, once truthfully given and destination we all go determined, could reshape humankind and give us a purpose, or divide and send to a total deterioration. However, we are free. In a perfectly blissful oblivion, every man decides what is important. I believe myself not an expert to give advice in such a matter, for solo struggle for purpose in life and importance of every flickering moment is a sacred fuel of geniuses once used sloppy can burn man’s soul to a crisp. Therefore, I am to advice myself, impose I not even a single word on a reader.

You should act; the time is not gone yet. You should not be afraid, for those who love you will not leave you if you fail. You have to aflame your passion, for a man is filled with passion, with passion comes fulfillment. You must consider all factors, be they a weather patterns or feelings of those around you. You is not a reflection of your idol, you are its pedestal, and you should topple it from time to time to see your power over it. You should create your perfect inner console to exercise control over yourself, this way your time shall be fruitful.

Why we have time and to what end we must use it, we bare no universal answer. Wondering about it was a part of every poet’s life. I feel kinship with Walt Whitman in the matter and answer he have found and kindly conveyed to us in his poems. By my estimation, he reached the most complete conclusion in a poem I hold especially dear: “Oh me! O life!” and with this answer, I feel obliged to finish this essay:

“What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here--that life exists, and

identity;

That the powerful play goes on, and you will

contribute a verse.”

- Walt Whitman