Fleeting Time


Fleeting Time

Glorious days rush by and dreams live and die. Our children grow up before our eyes and we marvel. We say, “Where did time go?” Some folks like to talk about the good old days when they were younger. They reminisce and it gives them pleasure; while their children think about what their life will be in the future. Nevertheless, time keeps marching on. We all enjoy the four seasons of the year. Daily we count these blessings in seconds, minutes, and hours. But to live fully is to savor life in the present, and try not to live solely by the clock.


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