“So, who’s going to die today?”

Anyone can ask this question. A curious child. A saddend nurse. A man with a gun. The fates of the world. But no one can know a sure answer. Maybe the child dies. Maybe a patient. Maybe your best friend. Maybe the fates themselves. But we all have time. A small amount of time in the millions of years of our universe. This time can be cut short or prolonged, but it will always come to an end. No medicine, hope, or protection can prevent this. So what will we do with this short time? Well, you could go by every day in a pattern, waiting for your time the claim you. Or, you could dance with the flowers, sing with the wind, and change with the river. You could choose to feel, and make the others around you feel. So, now I ask, what will you do with your time?