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Where did it go?

When I was a child,the passing of time was like watching Elmers glue dry. It moved at the pace of a tortoise. No really at a snails crawl. Day dreams of what I would do and accomplish floated before me like clouds with familiar shapes and objects.

As I grew older, time progressively accelerated. It was similar to a movie in fast-forward mode.Events flashed by and often experiences were missed ,like watching the landscape as you drive in your car on a foggy morning.

It is incumbent upon us to set an alarm to remind us to pause, reflect and appreciate our remaining time.To perform a mental audit of our contributions and accomplishments. To remember the dreams we had as we progressed through life and pursue them.

No one knows when the clock may stop, TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK.

Wayne Lazarus