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24 hours. A day. A single day in a whole week. One in a whole month. A whole year. To a human being, 24 hours is such a sort time, so short. Such a small amount of time that we live throught our life. We can live for years so a single day means nothing. We have no idea how much can happen in 24 hours. So much can happen and we don't do much at all. We eat, sleep, go to school, work, run errands, or just do nothing. Then, like that, the day is over. Gone. Never to be seen again. You know, some insects only live 24 hours. Some a little less and others, a few minutes. Their milliseconds are our day, their seconds are our months, and their minutes are our years. They come and go so fast that they got to do everything before their time is up. What could you do if you only lived 24 hours? Would you finally make your move on a certain someone after so long of putting it off? Would you finally go do that thing you always wanted to do? Would you finally sit down with your family and just enjoy them being with you? Would you finally go to that place you always wanted to visit? Or would you do your everyday thing and not take a chance? Would you do nothing? Would you do what you are used to doing and let your time run out, while the world goes on. What does 24 hours mean to you? What can you do to make this day count, to make it not just another day?