Reflect upon the reality that life flows on without a pause; its causes shifting endlessly, hardly a single thing standing still. Reflections of this kind go to the bottom of things, penetrating into them and exposing everything, their real nature, the truth, that has an end in views, and this aim includes a thing's ending as much as its beginning. For us, a dream, a goal, an achievement, a life worth living. 

Reflect upon the reason why we never stop marching forward, to chase time perhaps ? The resistless flow of all created things. One thing no sooner comes insight than it is hurried past and another is borne along, only to be swept away on its turn. Time, similar to life, is moved by its impulse, never on pause.