Time Tells

Only two days ago, banker was taken as one of the best professions that were admired, even worshipped, by most of the people who have sense of business in terms of money.

Two days ago I was reading this book, Time Bites, which occupied me many days, on and off. Two days ago, those bankers proud of being in wallstreet must think I was insane squandering time on this collection of essays, most of which introduce other books or auothers and the rest are simply about topics essays can touch.

Overnight, after time crept a whatever-measurement-for-time, the world changed as we exclaimed in confusion. What the d** happened? Wasn't it that those shrewd bankers were the most promising creatures in this world?

I wonder what those 25000-plus bankers were thinking when stepping out of the door, inside which a drama played with them happening to be extras unwillingly.

The story is all about the greed for which humanity is destined, though critics out there are finding fault with something economic that sounds more civilized.

I never baught into speculation and my instinct always told me that time would tell. I never believe in how soon I could get better off in terms of anything either matetiral or spiritual, but I do believe in what people would be willing to tell what they've been through for a lifetime, such as this collection of essays, the very best of an old lady's wisdom and learning obtained with time, especially in the best form words can be organized.

Often -- under current circumstance -- we feel uneasy to settle down to read a book. Me too. I'm always impatient counting how many pages there left. We care too much about everything but books and anything time-consuming and not money-rewarding.

Thanks to time, who gave us, at least me, a lesson timely. The stocks rocketing up are nothing but devils that lead us further to the endlessness of greed. I've decided to stick with taking my time and reading word by word.