Time. The one thing that we all have in common. The thing that rushes by without mercy.

The present is ever so brief, so fleeting that it’s gone before you can savour it. The future eludes you, always hovering just out of reach.

It’s only the past that is rich with the flavor of life. Memories from the past are what keep you going, little snatches of images and sounds, that bring buried emotions to life. My memories are my true treasure-my joys, my lessons, my heartbreaks, my laughs, the crumbs I leave behind on my race to the finish line.



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