Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?

Chin up, don’t smile, don’t cry, don’t fall, walk.

What seems tragic now won't even be an issue in a few years time.

I don't know why men like to barbecue so much. Maybe its the only thing they can cook. Or maybe they're just closet pyromaniacs.

It’s not easy remembering the good times.

Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for christmas morning.Time can't be given.But it can be shared

Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.