All too soon, we die; hence we must live
There is an amusing and instructive Zen story about a monk who is on pilgrimage through a wilderness. Suddenly, a lion appears and begins to chase him. He runs until he reaches a cliff, grabs a vine, and jumps over the edge of the cliff. He is now hanging, suspended by a fragile vine. Above him, the lion is roaring and trying to snare him in his claws. Below, a drop to his death and another lion below, waiting to devour him. He notices two small mice, one white and one black, come out of a crevace in the cliff and begin to gnaw at the vine which supports him. Then, he notices a beautiful, ripe strawberry growing within his reach. He holds on now by only one hand, and which his free hand, he plucks the strawberry, pops it in his mouth, and savors its sweet flavour.
Each of us is like that monk. Our existence is fragile, and, all too soon, we die. Hence, all the more, must we live, and let no ripened savor pass us by.