Time.

8:14, Thursday November 12, 2009.
Ok another minute just passed by. Where did that minute go? Could that minute have salvaged something? Maybe that could have been my last.
Who knows. Time is such an abstract thing, one can not see it, but it passes by ALL the time. The faint sounds of time are the clock ticking, a second, another second, and another.
Each second closer to death.
As a human, we know that recouping for lost time is impossible. The qualities of the impossibility make it all the better for us to want. We regret the time we lost, how we used our time, etc.
But why regret? If the time is gone, why do we long to change it?
Each second we take on regretting is a second that we could have been smiling, laughing, or doing something more productive.
I advise all of you take your time wisely. Don't be foolish.