Why?
We all share one simple resource; an un-renewable one consistently eroding to waste without the possibility of extended longevity. Limitless in the possibilities to cash it into, but demanded by everything to be included into their formula. Whether you’re the one whom reigns supreme with wealth, or the one scouring the remnants of other’s to satisfy starvation. From the newborn that’s getting their first glimpse of the world, to the cancer patient trembling through another unpromising chemotherapy. This one resource lies within everyone’s control how to utilize, but only the resource itself knows just how long it will reside in your possession. Undervalued this resource is being eradicated with no known time we’ll be drained of it–this resource, istime.
So expend a little of this resource while you still have some, to question yourself “where do I want to be?” After you have that answer–that dream–make every bit of time you can cherish, very deliberate. Time truly waits for no one, makes promises to none–simply unforgiving, yet breathing life into us while here. Therefore, go forth with that time. Stride out–leap as often as possible with that dream in your mind. Inevitably after you’ve made it through the trials and setbacks, soon it will leave your mind and make its way into your sight.
You won’t know how much time you’ll have, but you will know your dream.
Take your time… take your dream.
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