Where has time gone?

Where has time gone?
Lots of us are impressed by the description in Zhu Ziqing’s prose Rush: “Time flows away through the basin when I wash my hands; vanishes in the rice bowl when I have meal; passes away quietly before the fixed gaze of my eyes when I am lost in reverie. Aware of its fleeting presence, I reach out for it only to find it brushing past my withholding hands.” We all have a feeling of constant passing of the time, but none of us know exactly where time has gone.
Where has time gone? When I look back, I feel that growing up is just a momentary matter, and gradually understand why it is said that days flash by as the glint of a white horse across a crevice. A lifetime can be really short especially when you have great ideals. Every time I read the stories about heroes in ancient time who have struggled with indomitable will all their life without achieve their lofty aspirations, I can’t stop sighing for them. And I feel lucky to be ordinary and living in a peace time for what I dream for won’t take me that long.
Where has time gone? With the question we can be aware of that our time is limited, and then the answer maybe not that important. What really make sense are where we spend our time and how we spend it. Make full use of our limited time in worthwhile matters; slow down the pace of it with action and efficiency; broaden it by scientific plans and reasonable arrangements; cherish the present and deal well with what we have in hand; live life to the fullest in every moment and gain something day by day. In that case, although time is fleeting anyway, how regretful can we be?