To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear its not too late
We sometimes keep on complaining that there is "never enough time' to do the things we want to do. Or, we lament our luck when we are 'at the wrong place and the wrong time'. But how many of us really set aside our time to do the things that must be done, as well as for the things we want to do.
Time and tide wait for no man.
As as the hands of time pass by, and the sand slip down the hourglass, I suppose I must consciously change some of my bad habits. I will need to get down to doing my 'must do' very quickly, so that I can choose to indulge in my likes without feeling guilty.
With this Syawal, it is a time to seek forgiveness and start anew.
It is time to let go of the past, and look forward to the future, while fully living in the present.
It is a time to count my blessings.
It is a time to connect and re-connect with family and friends.
It's also the time to forgive and let go.
Selamat Hari Raya to one and all.
Maaf Zahir & Batin.
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