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Time first. (a re-post from Malakai's Pages)

Wish I could freeze time to when Kai was this small...




























































Time is the currency of our generation (naks!) The supply is limited, yet everyone seems to have a growing need for it.
Time has also become the great equalizer — each of us is given an identical twenty four hours each day, and our success is largely determined by how we make use of these hours.
In this day and age, career men and women get assesses for advancement in the way they prioritize their tasks, or in the way they elevate the more important jobs, or in the way they swiftly act on things and in how more things get done at lesser periods and with fewer mistakes.
Time is a strange commodity indeed. Never in the history of the world has there been so many appliances, gadgets and services devoted to saving time, and yet, nations upon nations prove day in and day out that they have very little free time to spend on things that matter the most.
Allow me to demonstrate — My cellular phone is a rather simple gadget, but is a wonderful time-saver. It allows me to cut certain procedures short if the task so requires. I am in a meeting, yet a print ad goes into production with a simple phone call or text message. What did I miss? Just a few minutes of the meeting. I am watching a movie and a Client calls for some revisions on a project. And what did i miss? Snippets of a great movie with someone. I am on a weekend spree in the mountains when my sister calls to alert me about a crisis that breaks at home and I pack and go back in a minute . And  what did i miss? Quality time spent with someone really special.
At the end of the day, I find myself in a great bind. I realize that I spend half the time making up excuses for not spending enough time with people who matter. And as the days pass, I realize how much more valuable a commodity time has become…and I am paying dearly for it today.
Time indeed is the currency of our generation.

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