Hmmm...Time...I just wish I had more of it...

One thing of great importance can affect a small number of ppl. Equally so, a thing of little importance can affect a multitude. Either way, a happening-big or small-can affect an entire string of ppl. Occurrences can join us all together. You see, we’re all made up of the same stuff. When something happens, it triggers something inside us that connects us to a situation, connects us to other people, lighting us up and linking us like little lights on a Christmas tree, twisted and turned but still connected on a wire. Some go out, others flicker, others burn strong and bright, yet we’re all on the same line.

I knew from the beginning that this is definitely a story about people finding out who they are. About a person who is unraveled and their core is revealed to all that count. And that all that count are revealed to them. You would think I’m talking about one particular person but then again I’m not!!! I’m talking bout us all.

A lesson finds the common denominator and links us all together, like a chain. At the end of that chain dangles a clock, and on the face of the clock the passing of time is registered. We hear it, the hushed tick-tock sound that breaks any silence, and we see it, but often we don’t feel it. Each second makes itz mark on every single person’s life; comes and goes, quietly disappearing without fanfare, evaporating into air like steam from a piping hot pudding.Enough time leaves us warm; when our time is gone, it too leaves us cold. Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It is time that we do not have enough of; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely. Time cannot be packed and ribboned and left under trees for Christmas morning.
TIME CAN’T BE GIVEN….BUT IT CAN BE SHARED…

written by A***h*