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~Golden Grains


Our life is an hourglass-- hours pour out like grains of golden sand, little by little. Now if you did something worth the hour, then you would not feel devastated at the lost hour. Just as how one feels content and fulfilled after spending time of blissfulness with a friend and then the hour pours out and you ought to let it go and say 'good bye'. I am pretty sure that you would feel the great weight of worth of that hour spent.

And then, very frequently you may collide with the passing hour of guilt and regret because of not doing justice to that hour by spending it improperly. Sneaky glances at the wall clock, nervous and repeated tapping of the foot and empty promises to yourself of "Just one last episode," can put you in deep, deep trouble-- I mean it.

Procrastination is like a drug; you would never recognize its intensity unless it is over with. Its high tides hit you like Megatsunami. And it is appalling how it does not seem to sink in until that hour of  ecstasy elopes with another valuable hour and leaves you in an existential crisis.

Do you not know how precious your grains are? Prolong its escape in order to help yourself thrive longer.

You may ask-- how can one possibly prolong its escape?

I say, sow that grain and have patience-- spend the hour in meaningfulness. The hour maybe strenuous, effortful and highly demanding of your input but have patience as you invest your grains and I promise you--  the remainder of your hourglass will never be short of golden grains.

Meaningfulness is transparent to all-- it varies and may be in the form of a good deed, quality time with people you love, cultivating the best in you, building a fortified future or even simply peace.

Find your meaning and sow your grains to hold back your hours.
"And in the end its not the years in your life that count; its the life in your years." - Abraham Lincoln




The secret of your Hourglass: you are oblivious to the quantity of your grains-- this maybe your last hour.




Ilsa Tariq

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