You who are keeping wretched quarrels
alive because you cannot quite make up your mind the day to sacrifice your
pride and end them;
You who are passing others sullenly upon
the street, not speaking to them out of some silly spite, and yet knowing that
it would fill you with shame and remorse if you heard that one of these were
dead tomorrow morning;
You who are letting your neighbor
starve, till you hear that he is dying of starvation;
Or letting your friend’s heart ache for
a word of forgiveness, appreciation or sympathy, which you mean to give her
some day;
If only you could know and see and feel,
all of a sudden, that “the time is
short,” how it would break the spell! How you would go instantly and do the
thing which you might never have another chance to do.
-- Adapted from Phillips Brooks in “The Purpose and Use of Comfort,” 1906
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