LIFE IS PASSING AWAY

Life is passing away, every moment that

springs ahead passes on with the flow of this

never-ending stream of time like a bubble

being swept away by the current.

Who can tell what the next moment will

bring?

Will it appear as a bubble and then burst, or

will it not appear at all? Who can tell?

Numerous are the obstacles and pitfalls;

numerous, too, the things to be done, and

there is but little strength. With the rising of

the Sun ask thyself what the real goal of thy

life is.

Why hast thou come into this world?

How long will thou stay here and when wilt

thou leave?

If thou must leave for another town all thy

preparations will be made hours in advance.

Is it not surprising that thou leavest for

tomorrow the preparation for thy journey?

And this, too, when thou knowest full well

that the next moment will bring only

uncertainty. It may not come at all.

Hast thou so steeled thy heart that when the

time to leave comes, thou shalt have

sufficient strength to leave behind all that

thou hast loved?

Hast thou made up thy mind to not to leave

for tomorrow the question of the aim of thy

life?