ODE TO TIME |
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Imagine
there is a bank which credits your account
each morning with £86,400.
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It
carries over no balance from day to day, allows you to keep no
cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever you have not
used during the day. What would you do?
Draw every penny of course.
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Well
everyone has such a bank its name is TIME.
Every morning it credits you with 86,400 seconds, and every night
it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to put
to good purpose.
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So,
if you fail to use the days deposits, the loss is yours.
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There
is no going back or drawing against tomorrow, a new account is
fresh each day.
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We
live on the days deposits, and must invest them wisely to make
the most of our health, happiness and success. But the clock is
running, make the most of today.
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| To
realise the value of one year, ask the student who failed a grade. |
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realise the value of one month, ask the mother of a premature baby. |
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realise the value of one week, ask a farmer with crop to harvest. |
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as for a day, well ask a daily wage labourer who has children to
feed. |
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hour is forever if lovers are waiting to meet. |
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as for a minute, ask someone who missed a train. |
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realise the true value of one single second, ask someone who avoided
and accident. |
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| As
for a millisecond, our hearts go to the athelete who won silver
not gold. |
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| Treasure
every moment, maybe one that is shared, growing up and growing older…time
waits for no one, yesturday is history. Today is our gift………that
is why it is called the PRESENT |