I was tearing up some junk mail and a small fragment of torn paper fluttered to the floor. I reached down and picked it up, and as I did, I noticed the words that were printed on it.
It was a small epiphany. I had to agree with the little fragment, and I marveled at its significance and the certainty of its message. Time is indeed running out. Time runs out for all of us, eventually. It’s something we should keep in mind every day, and when we get out of bed in the morning we should ask ourselves, “Knowing time is running out, how shall I live my life today?”
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