At points of clarity, I realize that my life on earth is meaningless, and that I am merely a pawn in a bigger game. A game I cannot possible understand or have control of. Thankfully, before depression sets in, I drift back into my cloudy, bewildered daily routine.
At the close of life the question will be not how much have you got, but how much have you given nor how much have you won, but how much have you done not how much have you saved, but how much have you sacrificed how much have you loved and served, not how much were you honored.
Bank on a life, saving towards the certainty of change Ledger all the happiness, pencil in to rearrange Withdraw all the worry Deposit all the faith Compound all the experience and Recognize when the payment is late.