Someone once said, “if you want to see how much space you take up in life, put your hand in a bucket of water and then remove it.” The fact that the hole quickly disappears will tell you a story. There is a poem by the title “When Tomorrow Starts Without Me” that I also find telling. Give the following verses some thought.
Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.
“O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am!
Life will go on, so what are you doing here? Give it some serious thought.
Gary