I am ill in bed as I write this. I can only sit up for a short time with the little strength that I have. As the days go by, I watch the light of the sun change with each passing hour through my window and I am filled with a strange feeling of guilt.

At every sunset, I think about all the things I could have accomplished if I wasn’t on this bed. I think about tasks waiting for me. I feel like crying whenever I remember this blog. I haven’t written a post or recorded anything in a while. How can I be wasting time on this bed?

I feel guilty when I think about all the hours I spent on Netflix when I was well. I could have used that time to get work done or write loads of posts instead of procrastinating. Now, it’s difficult to do anything even though I want to. The ability to form coherent thought has become a sacred privilege for me right now.

As I am stuck here with all these feelings, Jesus’ words seem appropriate, “ As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work”.

As long as we are able, we must do the things we can because a time will come when we will no longer be able to do them. Presumably, the ‘night’ Jesus was referring to here is death; but I see now that my ‘night’ could also be any lost opportunity due to poor timing or distraction.

It’s easy for us to live like immortal beings that have all the time in the world. But the truth is that time is just passing by, minding its own business, not caring for anyone. We are the ones who must watch it and make sure we make the most of it.