Life is but a fragment.

Many of us spend hours squabbling and arguing about petty little things. Many spend a lifetime in the court system making their point made known to the world. While time slips through our hands, like a water faucet with running water gushing. But time is but a fragment a wonderful waterfall that at a moment can stop, that beauty gone. Many say well someone else can look after that person or as long as I have the last say then all is well. In truth all is not well. Life slips through are hands and we are left perhaps with the convictions that maybe we should have just gone the extra mile, maybe not for the sake of duty but for the sake of what it can do for our own souls. I maybe just a cashier but I have had more joy given to me, by holding someone's hand smiling, sharing their grief, sorrow and love. Life is but a moment.Yet answer this how many moments have you wasted been bitter? Perhaps it is all justified but when all is said and done time has slipped by and you are older and others may have gone. Life is indeed a fragment, a vapor in time and yet what will we do in that vapor of time to make a difference?