There is a dash on the tombstone between the date you were born and your demise. There is an hour glass that flows on your life. The sand will sift and cannot go back to the top. Each grain that falls is an opportunity. Each gran above is an opportunity to focus on where we want it to fall.
Life is far too short. We can't slow the fall of the sand, but we can direct where it falls.
May the sands of time treat you well. You have control of the sand and where it lands.
Time to take control of the hour glass.
Love you all
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