Every day is a grain of sand in the hourglass of my life. Those in the bottom are already in the hands of Death. Those in the top - if any even remain - are unknown to me: their character and their number. Only the single grain passing through the neck right now - today, this very moment - is before me. And that grain, with all its lessons, all the choices I may make, I see dimly. Will I see tomorrow's grain (if it comes) even more dimly, or will it be clearer? My first and most important choice right now is to begin to train myself, to improve my perception, to improve my capacity to improve my perception. To nurture virtue and set aside vice. Because, if I am granted time, sooner or later my strength will fail, my mind will weaken, and I will lose the ability to improve my perceptions and my character. Every jot of effort I exert now to improve myself will put off that eventual weakness - maybe so that I may die before it comes; but if not, at least so that I may have one more year, one more day, one more hour of clarity. I fear that loss. If I were a sage, maybe I would fear it more than death. No matter. It is out of my hands. What I have is today's grain of sand, today's moment in time. Will I give myself today the best that is in me? When today's grain tumbles down to Death's collection, will I be leaving to Death another speck of mundane, of adequate, of I-was-waiting-for-the-right-time-to-start-being-my-best-self? Or will Death receive from me, at the end of this day, a grain of diamond, of glory and effort that will light up the whole damned pile of spent days? Let's see ... This podcast is distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. Music is from the track "Which That is This" by Doctor Turtle, also distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. It can be found at http://freemusicarchive.org/music/Doctor_Turtle/Jonahs_Message_for_New_York/Which_That_Is_This --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/stoic-prompts/message