Remind me that my days are numbered, and my life is fleeing away.
My life is no longer than the width of my hand.
An entire lifetime is just a moment to You, human existence is but a breath.
We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing.
We heap up wealth for someone else to spend.
~ I had this written on a piece of paper inside a folder. Not sure of the source, thought I would pass it on ~