When I say the word time, what is the first thing that comes to mind? A clock ticking. Seconds that turns into minutes, minutes turns into hours. Hours turns into days, into months and into years. More often than not, it feels like in the blink of an eye so many minutes turned into years that a lifetime has passed. Some regret a life wasted, others say they had the most adventurous life.
Time, a continued process, today turns into yesterday, tomorrow becomes the present. Every second that ticks away the future becomes the past. As time passes, habits are formed. What if too much time passes before one realise that a certain habit needs to be broken? When we do succeed to break the habit, how much time was wasted in the process? What if the lesson to be learned while breaking the habit is lost in endless space?
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The song that comes to mind is, If today was your last day from Nickelback.
‘If today was your last day
Tomorrow was too late
Could you say good-bye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day’
What if we knew today was the last day we would have? What would we do? Run around with a bucket list and try to tick off each one? Or would we spend it with our loved ones, one last day, having one last supper? Would we not wish that we could actually turn back time then? What if the hands of the clock could actually be turned back? What would we do different? Would we not actually go back and make the same mistakes all over again?
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Life is too short, time does not stand still for anyone. Not even a second. Maybe it is time to take Nickelback’s advice and start living. Wake up every day as if it is your last. Do things you would never have done before, maybe out of fear, maybe out of self-doubt. One day, it could be tomorrow or fifty years from now, you will wake up and realise that it is actually your last day, but you will be peaceful, content, because you would have lived a life of meaning. Turned an ordinary existence into something extraordinary.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.