Too many times we stand aside and let the waters slip away, till what we put off till tomorrow has now become today. So don't you sit upon the shoreline and say you're satisfied. Choose to chance the rapids and dare to dance the tide.
Time by minutes slips away, first the hour, then the day, petite the daily loss appears…yet soon it amounts to years.
And this one I think says what I wanted to put into words but couldn't....so I'll just let the image and quotes describe this difficult intriguing time concept....
The sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other, marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible.
If you watch the flowing sand, you might see time itself riding the granules. Contrary to popular opinion, time is not an old white-haired man, but a laughing child.
And YES…time sings.
And I’m trying to hold it all in, like water in cupped hands. Like memories of dreams in the morning that you don’t want to slip away. It all ends up falling apart, seeping out. I am but it doesn’t happen.
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