We have no choice but to die. We don’t know when. We don’t know how. But this is a fact.
We have a choice to live or simply exist. We know this must be done now. We should know how. This is also a fact.
Yet, we fret about death.
Yet, we do nothing do fill our precious days.
Why do we waste our time worrying about the things we have no control over?
Why do we not do the things within our control?
Why?