These words are very much what I feel my late father would say to me. Life is precious and fleeting. It goes by really fast. It doesnt seem that way at ten, fifteen, or thirty-five; but by forty-one and fifty-three, one begins to understand how life is both brief and expansive. There is time for things to change, and they can change. They will change. There is time for one to heal. There is time to learn more. There is time to learn how to live a life. Then, there is not. We cannot control time. We must learn how to use it for our benefit, knowing that as we age things will change. The superfluous falls away. The real stuff becomes more precious than ever. There is always time to love.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 11:15:48 +0000
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