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Time is Precious ❤️

Time is precious & waits for none!

Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back

Can you?

How often do we regret that we didn’t spend our time wisely?

How often do we feel how good it would be to amend things we did or didn’t do?

The older we get, the longer and thicker are the shadows of the past, and what’s important here is not holding on to it, like weights to our ankles

For,

We cannot turn the clock back, but we can do our best today to make tomorrow happier🙌

Isn't it?

Either we run our life, or let life run us

All we have to decide is what to do with the life that is bestowed on to us & how we utilise our time

Ticking away the moments on a gloomy day & later realizing that we can never make up for the lost time is the cycle familiar to all of us, right?

Especially when we lay down on our bed at night

While it is not possible to completely avoid it, we should never forget that we can’t reclaim the time we wasted because time slips away like grains of sand never to return again

So always live for today, believe in the present moment & don't die before you actually die🙌

We should enjoy what we have , find happiness and delight in each and every moment of life & be grateful to God so that one day when death knocks the door of our lives, we can proudly say "Wow; What a ride!❤️

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