The Importance of Time Wisely Spent

There is a time for the procreation of human souls;
That is, there comes a time when, at last,
There is time for life,
For living…
Indeed, there is a time when a time will come
For loving…
For laughing…
For wanting…
For crying…
And tho few desire to speak of this,
There will come a time when, at last,
The time has come for the cessation of life…
For dying.

All of these things will occur
At least once in the course
Of each person’s lifetime;
It is as inevitable as the passage of time itself.
And since no person has any control
Over the exact time each of these events might take place,
And since, but for birth and death,
He has no idea whether they will ever occur again,
It becomes his responsibility to decide
How to react to each given experience;
Will he anguish over those freedoms lost
On that fateful day of matrimonial bliss,
Or will he instead see days of wondrous happiness ahead
At the prospect of sharing a love and a life with another?
And it becomes also up to him
To determine the length and intensity
Of each new emotion and experience he encounters...
Will he allow an event of great happiness
To be forgotten in a day’s time,
Or take an event of unbelievable anguish,
Unforgotten…
To his grave.

However each man chooses to decide,
It will be these final decisions,
These decisive reactions,
That, in the final analysis,
Will all come together
To build and finally mold
The character of each person…
And in the end,
The character of his society.