Time and a Human

Can't avoid the inescapable realization that days and weeks simply fly by. In joy or sorrow, in energy or fatigue. Time continues to move faster than light. The question, the real question is what is worth using this limited time for? Many "things" can do "done." We are in a nearly constant process of doing, and it feels like we're living when we are. And perhaps, it is true. And, perhaps, we are simply passing time while it doesn't really matter what we do. No one out there can judge another's life. Each does what he knows best, or thinks he knows best. At the end, the question remains. If a day is passed with a smile and a feeling of happiness, maybe that's all there is to it. And, maybe, there is so much more to be experienced that can be only known through not doing. As nearly always, the answer is somewhere in between, transitioning from a state of action to a state of inaction, along a continuum that seems to stretch indefinitely and infinitely, like the energetic connection that exists among people, that exists between nature and people, uniting every thing no matter the distance and no matter the circumstances. Because to live is to experience through, and to know, every cell and oscillation of the creation that makes up a human being.