precious time...

when time flies, it can mean that you're having the time of your life. or that you're just idling and letting it slip through your fingers like sand through an hourglass without a clue that precious seconds are just ticking away, lost in the desert of times long gone. the only grains we retain are the specks that dwell on in our memories.

however small, these specks of sand are invaluable, greater than than most sparkling of diamonds. for these minute particles contain all our joys and sadness, failings and acheivements. dreams spoilt and lessons learned. pride-filled moments and the most humbling experiences. our deepest regrets and greatest triumphs. weakness and strength. life and death. hate and love.

what kind of memories are we keeping back today? hopefully something precious that we can cherish when we open up our little treasure troves whenever we reflect back on things past and gone.