Time stops for no one. It is constantly passing, we are getting on with it. We are getting old and dying every minute with it.

Why do we have to be so scared of death? Is it not part and parcel or our creation?

Why do we have to question about the allocated time of ours? Why are we letting our fear of death hampering our present? Does it even make sense to worry about the future while living miserably now?

The virtuous ones are aware of this truth. They are aware of the passing time. They are the ones living now and making a dent in this universe with their karma.

Living an ordinary life in this flyby time and worrying about death: do insects care about it? Some live as less as a day, but they make the best of it.