Time. Think about it—how often do you find yourself procrastinating or waiting for the “right” time to start something important?

Seneca reminds us that we tend to misjudge the finality of death, as if it's a distant event. But the truth is, with each day that passes, a part of us has already ceased to be.

Our past days are irretrievable, locked away in the hands of time forever. So consider this: are you making your days count, or are you letting them slip away unconsciously?

Every morning, we are handed 24 fresh, unwritten hours. How do you choose to fill those pages? When you put off that project, skip that workout, or delay telling someone you love them, you're giving away a piece of your finite life.

Recognize that procrastination isn't just about delaying tasks; it's about postponing life itself. So next time you're tempted to say "I'll do it tomorrow," remember that the past is in death's grip; the present moment is all we truly own.

Are you treating it as the valuable commodity it truly is?