It is time that suffocates us mortals. Under its heavy foot we feel the weight of dreams and expectations. But time can wait for no man nor his dreams, and just as easily destroys them, for while we plan and prepare, time continues its steadfast pace. Finally, we arrive at some predetermined destination only to find that everything lies hollow, but now it is too late. We have sought to invoke yet time has not permitted.
Most men ultimately submit and resign from life and therefore forfeit.
A man may perform astonishing feats and comprehend a vast amount of knowledge, and yet have no understanding of himself. But suffering directs a man to look within. If it succeeds, then there, within him, is the beginning of his learning. This actually occurred yesterday. I thought it would be fun to retell it.