Serving Time

What does the prisoner lose, and keep losing for all his term in the prison? Freedom? Yes,
but isnt he going to be free after the term? What is he losing then? What is he serving?
What is the lack of his freedom bound to? TIME, isn't it? He is serving time. A time he will
lose doing not a thing that counts toward the progress of his life, toward the well being of
himself and his people. It is the penultimate punishment for the most heinous of crimes in
the world, the ultimate being denial of the right to live.

When it is considered to be such a big loss to have lost time, why do we waste time? Why
don't we take a step back to think where we are going, are we moving at all, and in what
direction? We are serving time, just like a prisoner, in the precise sense of imprisonment,
with the only difference that we have chosen to serve time. There is hardly anything more
pathetic than this. This is the cause of every impression of worthlessness and sorrow. The
absence of a sense of improvement, the ceasing of evolution.

When you cannot utilize time to take yourself into a better state than you were, it is
unconsciously obvious to everyone around you that you can never benefit or guide
others--that you can not serve the basic purpose of being social.

I do not mean to sound patronising, and I AM sincerely trying to mind my language. Here, I
have just tried to point out one of the reasons that I feel are behind the want of social
acceptance that many of us suffer from, and how it is linked to the way we use our own time.
I only mean to ring a bell.