Time does not come back.

 
In these days because of personal vicissitudes I started to reflect on time and its strange flow.  

Usually for me time is an enemy, a race to breakaway, two hours of detachment count, the race to take the tram, the alarm clock, the thousand commitments.

  

And sometimes when I pause to think, I can think of the Liga the italian singer singing:  "But the life that you do not spend that interests will have?"  Perhaps many, because it is not eternal, the clock ticks faster and more fiercely and we do not realize it.

  And time passes by and we do not fully enjoy it, forgetting that those hours, those minutes are precious and will not come back. 

 In life there is no rewind key unfortunately. 

 And how do we spend this time? do we really enjoy it? 

 How much do we use it for useless things or that do not make us happy?  Even the only "Spippolare" on social networks is often a waste of time that does not always keep us happy, to be able to publish a status can also be a vent valve but also a way to waste time usable in a more constructive ways .  

And all those things that we would like to do? Learn to play the guitar, paint, read more, walk ... we do not and gradually become regrets.

  And we run the risk of coming to the end of life by asking ourselves "What have I lived to do?" But how did I live? "  

All those days with gastritis and unhappiness.  What for then? Few handfuls of money or an ephemeral fame.  Perhaps we also neglect the affections, forgetting that even they are eternal and that the moments with them are the most precious. 

 In short, the time does not come back and we must remember it. Better remorse than regrets. 

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