The whisper of time

Let's kill time.
I need to burn some time.
I can't wait until tomorrow.
Tomorrow will hopefully be a better day.

Time is all we really have. If you're like me, you sometimes take it for granted. Until one day it will all be gone.

Where has the time gone?
Time surely has flown by.

In a whisper, our lives are over.
150 years ago, people existed that none of us know.
Books tell us a story of their lives.
But do we really understand what they went through?

And in 150 years from now, the same will be said of our civilization.
Forgotten in reality. Remembered by youtube footprints.
Isn't it sad to think that youtube might be used as an accurate depiction of our lives?

And even then, youtube will be stored on computer libraries long forgotten by the future masses as they live their lives capturing memories on their futuristic medium.

Ask anyone in their sixties or older about time and they will say something like, "Where did it go?"

Is that what you want for your life?
Wondering where it went...

The only difference between an old man and a young man is his experiences.

Are you working for 40 years. Or are you working for one year and repeating it 40 times?

Time is whispering away, with each repeated experience.