Title: What is your life?
A question so nagging that we could sooner devote ourselves to embellishing it with all the baubles and dainties we could put our hands on, rather than knowing the purpose of our existence [which is recognizing God’s will for us and pursuing it with all our being], given that life on earth is short, although we are sold to the illusion that shifting responsibilities and authority from childhood to adulthood represent a lengthening of days.
What is life but a period of uncertain days, since God has not put it in our power to command one moment of the future?
What is your life? One thing is sure, arrogance and boasting can not be derived from it, for who dares to boast who knows nothing beyond this very minute?