Blessed are we, the breathing, blessed for the hours, the minutes, the fleeting seconds that constitute our days. Blessed for the seeing, for the hearing, the touching, blessed for the Being of we cannot do any of those. Blessed for the time we’ve been gifted, blessed for the ability to dream, to believe, to hope, to hold onto what we hold dear. Blessed, and forgetful, we. Forgetful for the gifts, forgetful for the truth that we decide how to value the hours we are given, we decide what’s blessing, what’s curse.
Let me not waste it,
this beautiful gift of time.
I will spend wisely.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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