Time is the Real God

How did it get so late so soon? It's the night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how time has flown. How did it get so late so soon? - Dr. Seuss. Dante Alighieri, Italian Poet & Writer beautifully clarified, the wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time. A man without purpose can never know how valuable time is. A person who doesn't value his time give it to everybody, passes by. The entire world is stealing the time of each other and we are doing it because we have nothing to do with ourselves. ***Most of our desires are a result of our unfulfilled soul that can't sit in peace but it has nothing to process and satisfy by himself. The main attribute about time is that it becomes what you are.***Time is an illusion. You can expand time by utilizing it and shorten it by wasting it. The beauty of time; it doesn't make us realise we are losing it. Compounding time creates best interest or debt. Time gives opportunities first at ease then it becomes compulsory. You can't escape. Are you still seeking the perfect time to begin your loving work? How to create more time by hitting work with the right energy? It's pure; Happiness was never desired by a peaceful man. You are seeking God that can transform your life but time is the real God and most people realise this truth on the death bed & feel empty inside as their desires end as soon as they count their last time. Time is the real God and you can get back everything but not the time. And if we think we will be on the death bed but reality is; we are on the death bed and even if we are healthy, that's the right time to attain true wisdom and live by inside practice and you will realise, most of your desires are just distractions. The Book, Time is the Real God will make you perceive how brutally we waste our time and how significantly time is making our life and ultimately the fortune. Gaius Musonius Rufus, Roman Philosopher voiced; if you accomplish something with hard work, the labour passes quickly, but the good endures; if you do something shameful in pursuit of pleasure, the pleasure passes quickly, but the shame endures. Time is what we want most but we use the worst. - William Penn.