The Paradox of Time: Savoring each day while cherishing the fleeting beauty of a year

My dear sons,

A year, like a swift bird, often seems to fly past us.

Yet, a day, this curious creature, never seems to take flight.

Isn’t it peculiar? Time’s a funny fellow, isn’t he?

So, remember this paradox of life.

Savor each day, but also cherish the fleeting beauty of a year.

After all, it’s the daily grind that fills the year’s flight with meaning.

A race won in steps, not leaps.

Here’s to the daily small victories, my lads.

Forever in your corner, Dad.

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