time-passing

Time is life.Time for birth, time for death.

Life is defined by time, appreciate the beauty of time.

Time passes by, memory staysTorturing silently, rest of our days... Sigh!

Life's impermanence, I realized, is what makes every single day so precious. It's what shapes our time here. It's what makes it so important than not a single moment be wasted.

Manage your time and life.

I have lived, I have traveled the world, and now, like a worn-out clock, my life is winding down, the hands slowing, stepping out of the flow of time. If one steps out of time what does one have? Why, the past of course, gradually being worn away by the years as a pebble halted on a riverbed is eroded by the passage of water.

Man can never go backwards, but his past can light the way for his journey.

Ah, how quickly the hands on the clock circle toward the future we thought was far away! And how soon we become our mothers.

Each generation searches their memories for time lost, feels the urgent exigencies of the present, and worries about the uncertainty of the future. Akin to preceding generations, how we live, the choices we make for surviving and loving, is our story.

We write our personal story as intermittent authors; the narrator is always searching for a unitive point of view. We strive to perceive oneself from a unified perspective, but it is virtually impossible to do so. Human perception of the self is an illusion. We constantly sift through shifting memories. We experience the present under the fragrance cast by the past and under the illusionary aura of the future.

In the wink of an eye, all quaint days of the past, the present, and future will meld together into the bottomless unknown of perpetuity. Only trace evidence of our invertebrate existence will anoint future generations. In the crinkle of time, our houses will crumble apart. Companies that we worked for will go out of business or merge with other nameless conglomerates. What will survive us are our children and our words.

can I ask you a simple but complex question? Why are you still alive and living?

A time past is an essence gone

We gain new perspectives on life after every voyage.

A new day is here! yesterday is gone! tomorrow is preparing to come! but why is today here?

Even at 80, I shall say that I am yet to start, for that shall give me the real reason never ever to look back and see what I have done but to look ahead and see the marvelous things I shall be able to do and the distinctive footprints I shall be able live and leave with the very seconds that shall be ahead of me! Life must never be over until all is over!

As soon as you wink, you close your eyes to reality.

...we're not eighteen anymore. We've lived. We've created things that last _ things of joy, and things of burden.