We make time for everything under the sun except for what really matters.  We have planners and Blackberrys that keep our schedules down to a T and we try not to stray too far from it.

But what would happen if we went outside of our paper and mobile boundries?  Would the world suddenly stop?  

We are given a life to live.  What does that mean to you?  When was the last time you actually took the time to marvel at a beautiful sunset, or I say "I love you" to your kids without rushing out the door?  We may be too busy for life, but life is not too busy for us.  

From the day we are born we begin to die.  Will you die without truly experiencing life, because you didn't have the "time"?