Time, sooner or later, is the one commodity we all run short of.......
I still find each day too short for.........
all the thoughts that I want to think about
all the walks that I want to take
all of the books that I want to read
all of the friends that I want to see.
Our time is too short...............
for pettiness
for angry words
for wounded feelings
for crushed souls.
Perhaps the measure of a life is not it's length, but it's love.
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