living in time

Time consists of moments strung together like pearls on a string.

Time consists of seasons and these seasons are in a constant flux of change.

Time cannot be contained and saved as one cannot grab a handful of water.

We have but one time, this moment, now, in which we can live and call our very own.

Tomorrow is promised to no one. And yesterday is just that, moments, seized, and lived, and often wasted.