Time

Time. You don't have enough of it, you have too much of it, you keep running from it, you keep chasing after it. The seconds tick by and you wish that it would speed up, so you can leave work to spend an evening in the arms of the man you love and wish that each second were an hour.

Time. It's what gives us life, what ages us, what eventually kills us. Our history is made of moments, days, hours, minutes, seconds. We make time, spend time, and kill time. The clock ticks and another soul passes through the veil while another passes through the womb.

Each minute is a different moment for a different person with a different life. The ticking of a bomb, the death of a loved one, the cry of an infant are all but moments, instances they're all but a matter of time.

How can we measure such a thing? How can we waste such a thing? There are only 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an our and 60 seconds in a minute. Who knows if you will even live to see the end of that day, hour, minute, second. Soak in each moment that you are given, appreciate what you had taken for granted before. Enjoy the moments while you can before that second of time becomes your last.