My father once called me to him. He was standing in the kitchen and took my hand. He pointed at the clock above the door. "I am going to tell you something very important. Every second that passes, never comes back. That's why you have to get the most out of every second." It was the only advice he ever gave me. Since then I haven't been feeling well. Everytime I do something, I think about the time I've spent on it. Oh dear, another 30 seconds gone to waste. Then, what is a good use of time? Since that day I am staring continuously at my watch, seeing every second passing by... and never coming back. The bastard.