I am living, so I have time. And with each passing second, I have the choice of how I will spend my time. There are, of course, responsibilities dictated by the roles I hold, obligations resulting from commitments I choose to make. There are the time-consuming situations that arise outside of my control, collateral circumstances of living. Yet, while fulfilling these must-do and have-to moments, I still decide the way I live them. There is even time left completely to my discretion, that spent only as I wish.

Additionally, I have been granted various abilities. Some things I struggle to do, and some things I do well. These abilities also carry the option to be used as I determine, or even not at all.

Most significantly, I have been offered love. I can respond to it however I choose.

I have been given time; I have been given abilities; I have been given love. Each is wrapped in choice, a gift itself.

All of this compels me to ask myself again and again, forcing myself to realize the gravity of the question and the implications of its answer:

What am I doing with what I have been given?