January 24th, 2010

The Bank Account of Life


بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَـنِ الرَّحِيمِ

          وَالْعَصْرِ - إِنَّ الإِنسَـنَ لَفِى خُسْرٍ - إِلاَّ الَّذِينَ ءَامَنُواْ وَعَمِلُواْ الصَّـلِحَـتِ وَتَوَاصَوْاْ بِالْحَقِّ وَتَوَاصَوْاْ بِالصَّبْرِ

 Verily, man is in loss. Except those who believe and do righteous deeds, and recommend one another to the truth, and recommend one another to patience.

   Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with

   It carries over no balance from day to day.
  Every “evening” deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use 
   during the day.

  What would you do?
    •         Draw out every cent, of course!!!!

  Each of us has such a “bank”.  It’s name is TIME.
  Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.
  Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this 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 the “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

 The clock is running.
 Make the most of today

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 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 the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.

         Treasure every moment that you have!
         And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special,
          special enough to spend your time.  And remember that time waits for no

         Yesterday is history.
         Tomorrow is mystery.
         Today is a gift.
         That’s why it’s called ….   the Present!!


via   "Sharifah"  sh_khatijah@yahoo.com