Time is not.

In the moment, you feel like time is slow.

in hindsight, you don't know where it all went.

its like it vanished it the depths of oblivion.

oh how valuable our time is. 

 

Suppose there is a bank that credits your account each and every morning with $86,400.

Every evening it deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day.

What would you do?

Each of us has such a bank.

It's name is TIME.

Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.

To know the value of one year:

Ask a student who has failed a final exam

To know the value of one month:

Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby

To know the value of one week:Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To know the value of one hour:Ask someone who is waiting for news in an emergency room

To know the value of one minute:Ask a person who has missed their plane

To know the value of one-second:Ask a person who just missed an accident.

To know the value of one millisecond:Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the olympics

 

Time Is by Henry Van Dyke

Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.

 

Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose.

It carries over no balance.

It allows no overdraft.

Each day it opens a new account for you.

Each night it burns the remains of the day.

If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours.

There is no going back.  There is no drawing against the "tomorrow."

                             It carries over no balance from day to day.