The most priceless commodity in the universe is time. No amount of money and plastic surgery can permanently turn back the hands of time.
In the opinion of many, the way to truly appreciate this priceless commodity is to live it to the fullest by filling every of its second with only the happy and cheerful memories. Although I am in accordance with the belief in embracing as much happiness as possible in our lives; however, I can’t help but notice the widespread, unrealistic impression of what constitutes a well-lived life, of which is achieved solely based on one’s accumulation of happiness.
Life is not only consisted of happiness, but it is also made up of sorrow. Those, who crusade for amplification of happiness, oftentimes, tend to believe in the fact that dwelling in sorrow is a waste of our precious time. I beg to differ. In fact, in my opinion, knowingly neglecting or denying an innate ability of ours to be in touch with a specific type of emotion, which may not be celebrated by some on Earth is what constitutes a waste of opportunity, of human experience and of time.
Time is a priceless commodity, which exemplifies the paradoxical existence of human experience that is imperfect in nature.