Time

Time is finite. That fact is continuously driven home the older I get. Friends and family pass on, reminding me that none of us get out of here alive. The gift of life comes with absolutes, perfectly defined by the Buddha’s Five Remembrances:

I am of the nature to grow old.

There is no way to escape growing old.

I am of the nature to have ill-health.

There is no way to escape having ill-health.

I am of the nature to die.

There is no way to escape death.

All that is dear to me and everyone I love

are of the nature to change.

There is no way to escape being separated from them.

My actions are my only true belongings.

I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.

My actions are the ground on which I stand.