I ran 20km today in the snow. I'm serious, no kidding. I don't joke around.
What are you going to do with your time?
Your arms, they rise today. You can lift them. Someday, no arms rising. They just won't lift.
What are you going to do with your time?
As your life unfolds moments draw near and fall away. There is a breath yet you didn't even think about it.
What breathes you?
As day draws to night the air is colder. Still you breathe.
As night becomes day you wake up but you didn't even think about it.
Experience is so vast and limitless that we can't fit it into a box. It can't be held or dropped or giving away. As soon as you yell at your dog the yelling ceases and the chest rises. Another breath.
What are you going to do with your time?
Today, your arms rise. Good.