Time is an imaginary thing. Made by man to create ordering. Tick, Tick, Tick, it goes.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
The world around you moves, just waiting for you to pick up the clues. That time is not a thing to waste; not a thing to use with such haste. But something to savor, something that cannot be replaced.
So spend your time, spend it well. Because in a blink, it will be quelled.