something i came cross:
"Many metaphors are used in literature to describe life's brevity. It is a dream, a swift runner, a mist, a puff of smoke, a shadow, a gesture in the air, a sentence written in the sand, a bird flying in one window of a house and out another. Another symbolic description was suggested by someone who said that the short dash between the dates of birth and death on tombstones represents the brief span of one's life.
When we were children, time loitered. But as we get closer to the end of our lives, time moves with increasing swiftness, like water swirling down a drain. In childhood we measured our age in small increments. "I'm 6 1/2", we would say, for it seemed to take so long to get older. Now we have no time for such childishness. Who claims to be 60 1/2?
DON'T JUST COUNT YOUR DAYS, MAKE YOUR DAYS COUNT"
having had to deal with death as well as the prospect of death has made the brevity of life all the more real for me. looking into the future seems almost scary, to the responsibilities that lie ahead such as working instead of being at uni, bearing influence on those around u, getting married perhaps and having a family etc...seeming quite daunting sometimes. yet growing up is inevitable.
To make the most of our earthly existence, we must lose ourselves in the will of God (1 Peter 4:2) God is, and always will be, there....and that alone provides strength, comfort, etc (all that we need) beyond all else!