Imagine there is a Bank that credits your account every morning with $86,400.
However, it carries over no balance from day to day and every night the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day.
What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course!
Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME.
Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance and it allows no overdraft.
Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours.
There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow." You must live in the present solely on today's deposits. So invest it wisely each day to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success!
The clock is running. Make the most of today.
To realise the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed the HSC.
To realise the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.
To realise the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realise the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realise the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.
To realise the value of ONE-SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.
To realise the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a medal in the Olympics.
Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time.
And remember that TIME waits for no one.
Friends are very rare jewels indeed.
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their heart to us.
Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you from someone else, then you'll know you have a CIRCLE OF FRIENDS.
Yesterday, is history.
Tomorrow, is a mystery.
Today is a gift.
That's why it's called,
The present
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baby gurl
but who can ? let me tell ya a secret : in spite the fact that i've write this but i still can't manage my time