The Unyielding Minute

“What man can you show me who places any value on his time, who reckons the worth of each day, who understands that he is dying daily? For we are mistaken when we look forward to death; the major portion of death has already passed. Whatever years be behind us are in death’s hands.” – Seneca

We’ve been dying since the day we were born.

“Whatever years be behind us are in death’s hands”.

When you think about time and death like that, it shifts your perspective. We need to stop looking forward to the end and realize that each moment is dying with us Right Now.

There is a lot to be wondered about time, but in the end, we experience it as an unyielding train. It moves on no matter what. You can not slow it. You can not rewind it. You can not add or subtract from it.

So make sure you are not simply playing the long game for fear of the very last minute. Instead, realize that each minute we experience the death of that moment, and value your time accordingly.

– Joe

What am I but a Plagiarist?

My language is not my own
My verses not unique
My thoughts are got from books of others
My dreams belong to sleep

My love been learned from lessons given
My faith from hardship brought
My confidence I pull from air
as myself been long forgot

Even the time I spend belongs to none
It is borrowed by all who be
Thus all we do with all our time
was never ours to reap

So consider this my lone footnote
giving credit where credit is due
No longer do I fear I’m a plagiarist
for nothing belongs to you.

– Ford –