I stand at the door of a new day.
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It is a new day. All the things and experiences of yesterday have passed away. Just as everything starts over at Twelve o one. The time of day has significant meaning when we apply it to our lives. Every man,women, and child has the opportunity to make different choices while dealing with what happend yesterday. If you sit and watch the clock time will seem as if seconds are hours. Yet if you go along with life hours will turn into seconds. Those seconds determine what legacy we leave behind for future generation’s. Sometimes we make bad choices that effect the quality of our time spent. Those minutes wasted on meaningless things and possesions will all crumble under the weight of time. Every minute we spend should be valued at the price of more than gold. But we go on with wasting our time till one day our time is up. There are no batteries in this clock, And it cannot be wound up. It just continues to wind down to the hour of zero. When the zero hour comes everything we think is of value will be left to ruin.
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