The days are long, but the time is short.

How is it possible that days can drag on, yet time always goes by so fast. It seems as if before you know it, the moment is gone, and you're left with the memories. Memories are strong, memories are powerful, memories can do so much for us. We remember the bad, the sad, just as much as we remember the happy, the glad. What does that say? Tragedy is as powerful an emotion as ecstasy? Sometimes, the things we are grateful for turn into the things that cause us the most pain. It's so strange how one moment we are so sure of one thing, and the next it seems so unreal. It

Time goes by, yes; time is a remedy. In time, all wounds are healed. In time, we make sense of our sorrow, we make sense of our pain, we make sense of our everything. We come to conclusions, we try to understand, what, in some cases, is not meant to be understood.

I am thankful for every precious moment I spend on this earth and the gift of life that I have been blessed with, even if I don't always feel that way at the time.

"And saying, The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand: repent ye, and believe in the gospel."
Mark 1:15