How Would You Spend $86,400 In One Day?

Imagine there is a bank that deposits $86,400 into your account each morning. But there's a catch. It carries over no balance from day to day, so you lose every dollar you don't spend.


What would you do? You'd spend every cent, of course!


But each of us has just such a bank. Its name is time. Every morning it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance, it allows no overdraft.


Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against tomorrow.


You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success. The clock is running. Will you make the most of the time you've been given?

Does time matter that much?


Is time a little or a lot all that important? Consider the following:

    To realize the value of one year,
    ask a student who failed a grade.

    To realize the value of one month,
    ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.

    To realize the value of one week,
    ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.

    To realize the value of one day,
    ask a daily-wage laborer with several kids' mouths to feed.

    To realize the value of one hour,
    ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

    To realize the value of one minute,
    ask a person who missed the train.

    To realize the value of one second,
    ask a person who just avoided an accident.

    To realize the value of one millisecond,
    ask a person who won a silver medal
    at the Olympics.

The anonymous author of these words helps us realize just how important time is. Think, how should you spend your time today.


Adapted from The Good News

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