Five minutes is the one you regret the most.

Later. When there is a lot of time, as children say. And this pile is piling up so that it is impossible to breathe. Five minutes is so little. And so many. Talk to dad on the phone for five minutes. Or with mom. But there is no time at all. That is, there is time, but it must be spent on something else: work, care, communication with strangers, cleaning, shopping, cooking. Important things.

You know, most of all you regret about the five minutes that you could sweat like that - playing with the dog. She asked so, looked so, shook her head so, a toy in her teeth. You just have to throw the toy, and the dog runs after it. That's the whole game. Five minutes. And now there is no one to play with.

With the child, spin around the room and sing a song - five minutes. Or see what he brought there, a truck or a process. And to draw a flower - also five minutes.

Or hug your husband. Snuggle up to him and say how much we love him. Pat your wife on the head and ask how she is doing at work. How she feels. Very tired?

Even walking slowly down the street with a loved one, slowing down - then it will take more time for a walk. Five minutes will be added. Five minutes of talking and walking under the evening sky ... But we must hurry. Hurry up. Once. And you regret very much about these five minutes - then. When there is a lot of time. But it only seems so. Because without loved ones and loved ones, time seems endlessly gloomy and painful. And five minutes turns into five days or five millennia.

There will be no time where we go. And this is good. We will always be with our loved ones. They did not spend in earthly life ... Five minutes of earthly life is an eternity. Even dearer than eternity. And more.