World in a grain of sand , Heaven in a wild flower

It's 4:24 by the clock . I don't remember the last time looking at this accessory ,hanging on the wall ,so closely and not rounding a :24 as a :25. This otherwise prosaic thing suddenly seems to be utmost absorbing at the moment. Watching the needle tick, I think - am I really counting each second or rather a sixty of them . Minutes we count, seldom do we seconds,just like the bigger picture getting the notice while its brush strokes finding the eyes of few . Entering what we call a practical world,  how i began destroying "My" moment as the past's outcome and the future's beginning. With the thought of every small thing adding up to an eventual future I wouldn't notice the magic of the present . Here I was , a timid girl who feared saving her precious present in awe of everything becoming just a past someday .A past that might not be significant at all eventually  , a past that would eventually become just another brush stroke ."Eventually ", Oh how, the word ,I wish would not be exploited so much !
 I  watched an amazing movie today.Like most of my favourites, it was a story that didn't begin with a past or end in a future. The hundred and twenty odd minutes were touching , would it touch equally had I seen some thousands of minutes of the bigger picture ? Would it then be as easy for me to find magic in this small , let impotent-in-the-long-run story ? Probably not ! It was a mistake to confuse significance with being potent , the true significance  actually lies in the magic. Depressing it is ,as how my outlook would define whether a thing would or not be special. And depressing it is how I have been doing the latter,  failing to notice and save the charm of what does not have a future before it starts to have one . Just to live the moment is not enough , reliving it would do so much better , only if I had the memories , only if I considered creating my moment as a memory .And then would my World be, in a grain of sand , and Heaven in a wild flower .