Injuring Eternity

I recently began reading Henry David Thoreau's "Walden" thanks to my elder sister's insistence. In just the few first pages I'm left with phrases that redefine the way I see things. One in particular, I read and felt the need to dissect it. 

In Walden, Thoreau is ripping apart the daily routine of the average man. Before this phrase he goes on a little rant about human divinity and slavery then starts talking about man's fate.  "What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates his fate." ... "Think, also, of the ladies of the land weaving toilet cushions against the last day, not to betray too green an interest in their fates! 

"As if you could kill time without injuring eternity."

Weather or not Thoreau meant it this way, I suddenly saw my "eternity", my life, sprawled out in front of me. Every moment was like a dish in a feast. I have the choice to either stare at it and wish it was more, OR I could eat it and enjoy what's given to me. 

In our last days, or even our daily lives, is not the one thing we all beg for, more time? Yet we waste the moments we're given, waiting for more. More time to relax, more time to live, more time to do whatever the crap we are wanting to do. All that time waiting, is a perfectly good meal thrown in the trash.

Your everyday routine is your eternity, every moment. You will never miraculously "have time". It isn't going to just plop in your lap one day while you're tootling online. We're all given the same number of hours a day, it's your call how you spend them. Would you rather see your eternity, full and alive, like a banquette hall during a feast or empty and rotting because you were killing time while you were waiting for more?

 It's a conscious, moment by moment, choice in life to

 get everything you can and give all you got.