Time is the indefinite continued progress of existence and events that occur in an apparently irreversible succession from the past, through the present, into the future.
It is a component quantity of various measurements used to sequence events or occasion to compare the duration of events or the intervals between them, and to quantify rates of change of quantities in material reality or in the conscious experience.
Time has long been an important subject of study in religion, philosophy, and science, but defining it in a manner applicable to all fields without circularity has consistently eluded scholars.
Time Is Money; in the essence that, it can not be see but it can be spend.
When we say “time is money” we usually mean that those who save time will save money. “Time is money” because work takes time, we offer our time, and in return we earn a certain amount of money. So it depends on how you spend your time to earn money for you to be able to enjoy your life and your old age.
I learnt a long time ago that we are not succumbing to time, but to our own house giving up on us. What a gracefully treacherous thing it is to be plucked apart, one feather at a time. To die in pieces, not all at once.
How insignificant, yet glorious we are. These short lives will pass under the same sun it rose with, yet here we are with our temporary selves acting permanent.
We own nothing, not this pulse, not this money, not this property, not this body, not this soul, and not this life. God knew us before we were born, not because we were with Him, but because we are coming unto Him one day.
So the soul of a man was not born free. It was planted on a temporal bodies, umbilically tethered to the earth, deep diving through the cosmos. We are not made of Star but Dusts is made of us, none of us are special because we are all specially made by God.
Dear God, this body is a disaster, and I’m anchored in a flesh too heavy to bear it’s own burden… I have died a thousand deaths since birth, sometimes this life feels like a graveyard of anticipations buried with suffering and sorrow. But you cannot teach a thing that was born dying not to fear death, when the only life it knows is temporary. Everything it hopes for seems to be haunted by sorrow. That is the horror of this body and it is madly in love with this sinful life of ours.
I’m not a lover of this place, for I was born enslaved to a thing I had no choice in, except to accept it as a fate of mine. The world hangs from this strained necked, hoping for it to break, yet to it expects a postured stance. Sometimes the flesh mocks me when it’s ripe with pain, hoping to pluck anger from my soul. It laughs in tongues dipped in silence. It staggers through days and curses eternity for its limited time. But I rejoice as the years collapse before me. When this eyes go blind I shall gain sight in another life. When the last breath is drawn I shall I exhale eternity.. And when this body is buried, I hope it makes peace with the earth it so long resisted.
There are few things that can hold the gaze of my being and cause my blood to make haste along the banks of its course. If we only we could see ourselves the way God sees us – we would understand why nights go silent like an unpaused hush, dutifully humming it’s way into mornings that always seems so careful with their approach.
I look at the beauty that life beholds and think, if only I could see things again for the first time, with undefiled eyes, a less tempted heart/mind and more curious feet. Only then, ungratefulness wouldn’t dare to threaten our peace with common feelings. Maybe moments wouldn’t leave as soon as they come. God has not forgotten anything nor anyone in this world. If He holds his breath for even a second, the lungs of existence would suffocate on the absence of His presence. Our time here is a gift that many will not be born to experience or enjoy it and others have died too soon to live. Some will live their entire life in sorrow while some will always be happy, some will see food to it and while some will not. It’s depends on how we make use of our time, to change the story to glory.
Be grateful for what you have, because everything you need is present in the breaths it took for you to read this.
Time cannot be seen, but it can pass by in front of your eye sight.
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Time show the things we hold on to in life and just know how fragile it all is. Without warning it can all come tumbling down. Appreciate the moments you have with friends, family, loved ones and even life itself. Each talent was bonded with what connected to the most. I’ve listed the titles and meanings below;
(1)Our lifes••
we are leaves falling from the branch of a low hanging tree. Eventually it will hit ground
(2)The Environment••
We are partners in Creation of the World.
(3)God••
The hope for something more.
(4)Purpose••
We are defined by what we do.
(5)Home••
A place to call our own.
(6)Love••
someone to call upon whenever there is joy/saddness.
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