Time flies, so spend it living - not just existing | POM 3

Smart people think that the wrong is in getting caught; wise people know that the wrong is in doing wrong.
Don't let yourself get caught in the trap that many do. If you wouldn't do it with everyone watching, don't do it with no one watching either.
Remember: The truth always comes out.
Anyways, here are Seneca's words On the Shortness of Life, which he wrote to his friend Paulinus:
"It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it.
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"Many are occupied by either pursuing other people's money or complaining about their own.
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"You act like mortals in all that you fear, and like immortals in all that you desire.
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"Aren't you ashamed to keep for yourself just the remnants of your life, and to devote to wisdom only that time which cannot be spent on any business?
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"Living is the least important activity of the preoccupied man; yet there is nothing that is harder to learn.
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"Everyone hustles his life along, and is troubled by a longing for the future and weariness of the present.
"But the man who spends all his time on his own needs, who organises every day as though it were his last, neither longs for nor fears the next day.
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"So you must not think a man has lived long because he has white hair and wrinkles: he has not lived long, just existed long.
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"The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today.
"You are arranging what lies in Fortune's control, and abandoning what lies in yours.
"What are you looking at?
"To what goal are you straining?
The whole future lies in uncertainty: live immediately."
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“A man is never happy, but spends his whole life in striving after something that he thinks will make him so; he seldom attains his goal, and when he does, it is only to be disappointed; he is mostly shipwrecked in the end, and comes into harbour with mast and rigging gone. And then, it is all one whether he is happy or miserable; for his life was never anything more than a present moment always vanishing; and now it is over.” ― Arthur Schopenhauer