A friend gave me a rock to remind me to treasure my time, and to use it wisely.
I'm going to keep it with me. I can't remember the story exactly, but basically, someone had a basket full of rocks, and started to throw them out randomly. Sometimes more sometimes less until only one rock was left. As he looked at that one rock, he started to think "what have I done with all the other rocks". So basically, at the end of my life, when I only have one rock left (or not a lot of time basically) I don't want to look back and realize that I really didn't do much with my life.
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