Time is the great equalizer. Given unlimited time, it would be possible to do every good thing without sacrificing any other. We don't have that. We have a series of moments that scream "Choose, choose, choose" and we're faced with only one chance to do something that we hope is right. Then there's no time to really consider that because the next screaming moment is right behind it. It must be considered the mark of a wise man, then, to choose the right thing moment after moment.

Sometimes, I consider myself wise. I've taken the "assessments" that say so. I find, though, that too many moments leave me paralyzed - unable to choose - simply watching the moments pass, wasted. Sure, there are days when I catch a glimpse of eternal purpose and make choices that echo wisdom, but too many are simply reactions to the previous moment.

Could I ever be considered wise? Does a wise man know his own wisdom, or is it the mark of wisdom to be always wary. Does wariness indicate humility or ugly doubt?

In the moments it took to type these words, I chose to push every key. Each second could have been spent doing an almost inifinite number of other things. How, then, can I evaluate?