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The things in life you cannot buy

A sticky post with a regular landscape featured image on the corner of a nondescript block in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, is a bank, or what used to be.

    

Yesterday, while watching a little girl in a pink bonnet, pink mittens and her soft- creamy scarf knotted neatly on her neck, she was holding the swing tightly and swung freely and cheerfully. I saw her smiles, her small-uneven teeth and her unexplained happiness. How pure were her smiles was, her deepest blue eyes admiring every pushed her mother made.

Pure laughter. Little giggles. Pure child. Pure heart.

Admiring the view and listening to her sweet laughter, my eyes were glued not on the child alone but it wandered with the swing. It came back and forth. Coming and going, through and through. The squeaking of the metal, the rattling of the chain, the snowflakes scattered in the park and the joy on her face reminded me how happiness could be so simple. She didn’t noticed the noise. She only noticed the beauty and the fun of it all. Careless. Carefree. And, very happy!

Like a child, how I dream to enjoy every ride of my life!

Yes, you can never buy time. You can’t retrieved it, either. But, would I barter my happiness because I’m catching and moving to and fro with time?

How I thought? How I wonder? Like the child and the swing, it described its meaning. Like me and the time. I was swinging through time, catching all the events of my life, watching the snow coming and going, wishing it to go away- never even appreciate its glory. How ungrateful I become? Catching the bus, chasing the train, running back and forth in the subway. Did I even appreciate the day? How I dream that like a child I can laugh purely as the winter pours? Like a child I can giggle the day as the time goes, like a child I let the time comes and enjoy it as far as it goes.

Block in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, is a bank, or what used to be a bank. Now it is the home of Roland G. Murphy Watch Company, the country’s only truly independent elite watchmaker. Inside, Murphy’s son-in-law, Adam Robertson, is bent over an old watchmaker’s drill press that looks like it was made during the Korean War.

A nondescript block in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, is a bank, or what used to be a bank. Now it is the home of Roland G. Murphy Watch Company, the country’s only truly independent elite watchmaker.

Inside, Adam Robertson, is bent over an old watchmaker’s drill press that looks like it was made during the Korean War. Inside, Murphy’s son-in-law, Adam Robertson, is bent over an old watchmaker’s drill press that looks like it was made is bent over an old watchmaker’s drill Adam Robertson, is Block in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, is a bank, or what used to be a bank. Now it is the home of Roland G. Murphy Watch Company, the country’s only truly independent elite watchmaker. Inside, Murphy’s son-in-law, Adam Robertson, is bent over an old watchmaker’s drill press that looks like it was made during the Korean War.

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