We only have so much time.
We might as well make the most of it.
To wish that we’d been given more is to neglect the value of the time we have been given.
And how much more could we really hope for?
When viewed in comparison with all that passed before we existed and all that will pass after we’re gone, our portion is insignificant. Yet we worry over it’s precise length, over trivial differences.
We are here now.
That’s all we need to worry about.