“Of what is the purpose of my time?” I asked.
“When, each moment, I lament the unforeseen sorrow and compare fortunes with those agreed for a different mission. When, frequently, I question luck’s intent while the less favoured who, having but a fraction of my possession, would consider it their good fortune.”
“Is it right that I focus my time on making excuses than search for reasons to do what it is I am obliged?”
“Is it not better that I do right by my time; and by so doing, show my appreciation to life for being amongst the ones selected?”
“Of what is the purpose of my time?” I asked again.
“Hmmmmm….and now, this time, I must choose.” was the answer I heard.