Life is short, and every moment is precious.

Hear the words of Gad Saad, spoken with the simplicity of eternal truth: “Life is short, and every moment is precious.” Though the saying is brief, it bears the weight of centuries, echoing the wisdom of prophets, poets, and sages. For the span of man’s days is but a shadow, a fleeting spark in the darkness of eternity. To forget this is to waste the gift of breath; to remember it is to live with purpose, gratitude, and fire.

The origin of such a saying is not bound to one man alone, but to the long tradition of those who have measured the brevity of life. The Stoics of Rome declared memento mori—remember that you must die—so that men would not squander their days in trivial pursuits. Ecclesiastes, in sacred scripture, proclaimed that “to everything there is a season,” reminding mankind that time passes swiftly like the wind. Gad Saad, in his own age, joins this chorus, reminding us that the clock does not halt for the proud, nor slow for the weary. Life is short, and none are exempt.

History itself proves the urgency of this truth. Recall Alexander the Great, who conquered the known world before his thirtieth year. He had power, wealth, and glory beyond imagining, yet death found him in the prime of his youth. His vast empire crumbled, but his reminder to us endures: even the greatest among mortals cannot extend the thread of fate. Thus, whether king or commoner, the measure is the same—every moment is precious, for it cannot be reclaimed once it is lost.

And yet, how often do men live as though their days are endless? They postpone joy, delay forgiveness, and bury their dreams beneath excuses. They imagine that tomorrow will always come, that time is an inexhaustible river. But tomorrow is never promised. The child who laughs today may grow old, or may vanish like mist at dawn. The friend we neglect may not be with us when next we call. Therefore, the wise do not postpone love, nor delay kindness, nor withhold courage.

Consider, too, the heroes of tragedy who lived with this truth burning within them. The soldiers on D-Day who stormed the beaches of Normandy knew well that life is short, yet they spent their precious moments in sacrifice, so that others might live in freedom. Their example teaches us that the value of time is not in its length, but in its use. A short life lived with honor and devotion shines brighter than a long life wasted in apathy.

The lesson, O child of tomorrow, is this: treat each hour as treasure, each breath as gift. Do not allow anger to consume you, nor bitterness to poison your days. Speak words of love while the ears of your beloved can still hear them. Pursue your calling while your hands are yet strong. Rejoice in beauty while your eyes still see the dawn. Every moment is precious, not because it is perfect, but because it is fleeting.

Therefore, take action. Rise each morning and ask: How shall I spend the coin of this day? Will I invest it in love, in creation, in courage? Or will I waste it in resentment and delay? Choose wisely, for the purse of time grows lighter with each sunrise. And when your final hour comes, let it be said that you lived not in forgetfulness of life’s brevity, but in full embrace of its fleeting wonder.