Time

We always say that we have plenty of time, plenty of time to enjoy our life, to do this or that truth is we do not know how much time we truly possess When we are young, time means nothing and we wish it away we want it to fly, we want to be older, we think, we obsess before we can comprehend, its over, it is gone in a blink When you get older you understand time is everything. you sit and pray for more time, you wish you had not wished it away you wish you had not gotten older, you dream of a younger you you wish you had made time to give time it's value but time just continues on; and before we know it, our time is gone. What remains is the regretful sorrow of the things we left for the tomorrows of tomorrow; the things we didn't say, the times we didn't treasure. the minutes, the hours, the days we didn't cherish, the chances we didn't take the relationships we were afraid to have, and the decisions we waited too long to make. Live my friends as if every moment were your last be kind and loving to yourself and everyone you come upon for time is but a fleeting gift, and tomorrow may never come.