Life is indeed so short and oddly enough, it is much shorter for those who find their lives meaningful, while it is too long for those who find their life meaningless.

Life is just so vast, so full of mysteries that before I can put meaning to my life, part of it is gone and the meaning I try putting on it is already partly exhausted.

Life, so it seems, is like a dry sand slipping through my fingers. When I try to hold on to it very tightly, as if squeezing it, it slips away faster. But when I try to cast it away, it sticks to my hands. Sometimes, I think, to appreciate life best, one has neither to hold on to it tightly nor to let it go so carelessly. the sand in the hourglass is life. It is better to let it flow freely, although not carelessly.