Time
Its a precious thing the youth waste and the old beg for more.
We are all allotted time.
No one knows when our ration will end.
It can not be bought.
Nor can it be sold.
It can be stolen from us, but not used by the thief.
Our time will simple vanish.
It is as valuable as the air we breathe.
Once it passes, it becomes memory.
The time itself gone forever.
As personal and valued as it is, it can be shared.
But only simultaneously.
We can not share our time to extend another’s.
We can share our time to make life better.
The most precious thing you can share with someone is your time.
When someone shares with you, remember there is no rewind button. The choice to spend this moment with you is a nonrefundable gift.
I appreciate when my friends and family spend time with me. I log each minute in my memory to enjoy over and over again.
I know how few seconds we have in a lifetime, and knowing you made the choice to share some with me, humbles me and honors me.
I never waste my time with people.
If I share my time with you, you are important to me.
Time marches on.
It stops for no one.
The next hour may contain my last breath.
Or yours.
So I will live for this one.
Don’t waste a minute with anger or hate. It will consume all your happy moments left.
Fix what you can, accept what you can not.
You don’t know if you have the time to heal all wounds.
Do that now.
You may not have time later to apologize.
Do that now.
Say I love you today, the sun may not come out tomorrow.
Do it now.
I love my time with you in the mornings. Putting down my thoughts. Hoping they will stand the strength of time.
Love big my friends.
Lorene
