If we learn to reexamine the present by having a reflection of the end of our life, each and every chore in our so common a life would show definitely uncommon meanings.
Early to retire and early to rise, which has always been promoted as a healthy habit among the mass people. Yet it may not apply to all of us because living a regular life which used to be too common a thing has turned out to be something quite luxurious for modern mortal beings. Once approaching the middle stage of our life, most of us are beginning to come to terms with the external environments, making adaptations where necessary. So if at this point someone is still in a position to steer their own life course, I will definitely pay my due homage to them.
The clock has never halted its ticking, as if reminding us incessantly of how limited our life could be. I can still recall the moments of my being a kid of teenage years that I more often than not was tortured by how to kill the seemingly endless time of boredom. But at present I am often feeling pitiful for the lapse of time in such a hasty manner. I am keenly aware of how transient my life could be, attempting to put a halt to its passing in vain. Somehow I am more than ever before concerned about the quality of my daily life although I have never wasted a tiny part of it. A book proposed the frequent attendance of funerals as a warning to those still squandering their life, which is not a necessary reminder to me for I have never allowed my time to pass without repercussions. Even so, I feel that's not enough. More commitments are expected and a rewarding life will be made to happen.