Benjamin Franklin wrote, “Does’t thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.”
Time, like a river, flows. Often, I sit on its banks and marvel at its beauty without harnessing its power. As it flows by, it’s lost. I want to do something more than simply watch time slip by, but what? Live so that when my life is over, it will continue to beat in the hearts of others. How will I do that? I’m not sure yet, but I will be soon. Time is of the essence.