What's your time?

Time is finite and time waits for none.

Yet time is the resource we waste the most.


Time is unpredictable and non- renewable.

Yet we spend it senselessly and without thought.


Time is so precious and rewarding to those who treasure it.

Yet we while it away waiting for the right moment that never comes.


Time is now and time is here.

But we live our time lamenting the past and fretting the future.


Time is so little for plenty,

But time is also bountiful for many.

But remember time once lost, will never be recovered, unlike money.


For some time is never enough,

Some want this time to be over and done with, 

and then are some in between 

Who are not mindful of the time they are living and breathing.


Time is running out as I write this and you read it.

Yet we while away time in maybes and could have-beens.


Time with our loved ones

Time doing what we love with passion 

Time fulfilling our purpose 

Is time lived to its full potential.









Comments

  1. shubhSeptember 2, 2025 at 2:54 AM

    We want time to run fast so we can be with our loved ones and time to slow down when we are with them.

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  2. Bhasu.S.MenonSeptember 2, 2025 at 3:44 AM

    The idea of how we perceive time is merely an illusion. And what we call as past or future is merely a figment of human imagination. I’m not denying the existence of time but as per the theory of relativity, it’s relative and the attributes alluded to it is dependent on the observer.

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  3. Musings by TaniyaSeptember 2, 2025 at 4:07 AM

    Money and time, created by humans and cherished by humans. Relative or insignificant in the vast universe, it is truly precious for us

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