A lesson finds the most common denominator and link us all together, like a chain. At the end of that chain dangles a clock, and on the face of the clock the passing of time is registered. We hear it, the hushed tick-tock sound that breaks any silence, and we see it, but often we don't feel it. Each second makes its mark on every single person's life; comes and goes, quietly disappearing without fanfare, evaporating into air like steam from piping hot Christmas pudding. Enough time leaves us warm;when our time is gone, it too leaves us cold.
Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It is time that we do not have enough of it; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, so we must spend it wisely. time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for Christmas morning.
~ Quoted from 'The Gift' by Cecelia Ahern
p/s : can I share it with you for awhile longer?
