The currency of life

Time, a constant, steady beat,

Ticking softly beneath our feet.

Not just hours, minutes that fly,

But life’s true currency, passing by.

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Every second, fleeting, gone,

Each a moment to build upon.

How we spend it, shapes our way,

Who we’ll become, day by day.

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I once drifted, lost in routine,

A cycle of comfort, yet unseen.

I ate, I worked, played endless games,

Watched the hours vanish, all the same.

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Existing, not living, I came to find,

In quiet moments of a restless mind.

Time is life; it flows so fast,

Am I spending it well? I asked at last.

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The answer struck, clear and stark,

I’d squandered my time, missed the mark.

Chasing pleasures that quickly fade,

Dreams deferred, ambitions delayed.

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Scrolling aimlessly, shows on repeat,

Filling the void, but feeling defeat.

Time, I realized, is shaped by care,

What you love is where you’ll dare.

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When passion calls, you give your all,

You pour your heart into its thrall.

If love’s not there, you rush, you flee,

Searching for what sets you free.

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So I paused, and asked my soul,

What ignites the fire? What makes me whole?

The answers were faint, but they came in view,

Pointing toward what was deeply true.

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Pursue your love, a voice did say,

In work or life, find your way.

No joy lies in paths without light,

No passion burns where there’s no fight.

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But effort loomed, a daunting peak,

The climb to change seemed harsh and steep.

Yet comfort lies not in staying still,

Growth demands our heart, our will.

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Those I admired weren’t born to shine,

They chose their steps, to cross the line.

With effort rare, they moved ahead,

While others drifted, dreams left unsaid.

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They said no to what wasted their days,

To idle chatter and mindless plays.

Instead, they spent their fleeting hours,

On fruitful work, on their powers.

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I mirrored their steps, began to ask,

What fills my cup, what fuels my task?

Seven questions became my guide,

To shape my choices, time applied.

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What brings me joy, a spark, a flame?

What feels empty, a hollow game?

Does it grow me, push me higher?

Or leave me drained, without desire?

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Does it aid others, lift them too?

Or serve just me, in selfish hue?

Does it lead toward the life I dream?

Or pull me away in a shallow stream?

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These thoughts reshaped how I live,

To spend my time with love to give.

Intentional steps, no longer stray,

Building myself, each passing day.

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Time is finite, a precious gem,

Each moment counts, a priceless hem.

The extraordinary know its worth,

Spend it wisely, for all it’s worth.

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No longer lost in fleeting trends,

I choose my time, on what transcends.

On love, on growth, on those I hold dear,

On dreams that bring the future near.

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I traded hours once wasted on screens,

For purpose, passion, and brighter scenes.

Learning to love the work that’s hard,

Each step forward, my soul is scarred.

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But scars remind of battles won,

Each one a proof of what’s begun.

For time spent wisely builds a life,

Through joy, through struggle, through strife.

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In the quiet hours, I sit and reflect,

On moments gone, and those I’ll protect.

Memories formed, both large and small,

Each one a chapter, I cherish them all.

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I see now, the extraordinary way,

They crafted their lives, day by day.

Not with luck or some genius streak,

But by spending time on what they seek.

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What I learned is simple, yet profound,

The richest treasures are easily found.

They’re not in gold, nor fame, nor land,

But in each second that slips through our hands.

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So, spend your time on things that last,

Let go of regrets, release the past.

Build your life on love and care,

And leave behind a legacy rare.

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For every hour, every fleeting minute,

Holds the power of choice within it.

To waste, to grow, to drift, to shine,

The decision is yours, the time is mine.

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Each question I ask shapes my way,

Guides my actions, day by day.

Does this path align with my goal?

Does it nurture my heart and soul?

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Time spent with loved ones, laughter shared,

Moments of kindness, deeply cared.

These are the riches, the gems of our life,

The anchors that hold through struggle and strife.

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Now, I guard my minutes with care,

Treat each hour as a treasure rare.

Time spent well is life’s greatest art,

A gift we craft with mind and heart.

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So, let us live with purpose clear,

Each moment full, each choice sincere.

For time is life, our most precious gift,

A fleeting current, a gentle drift.

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Spend it well, let none go to waste,

Savor each moment, each fleeting taste.

The way we live, the choices we weave,

Reflect the time we dare to leave.

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In the end, our life will tell,

A story of how our moments fell.

Did we spend them wisely, with love and grace?

Or let them vanish without a trace?

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The currency of life is yours to hold,

Spend it with wisdom, be brave, be bold.

Every second is a step toward the light,

Every choice shapes the beauty of night.

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Live each day with intention true,

Cherish the time that’s given to you.

For time is life, and life is brief,

Make it a masterpiece, beyond belief.


© Marvellous Oreva