Father Time

If there is one enemy that I have, it shall be time. It’s time alone that does what it wants during the absence of your attention. It can be a good thing sometimes, but too often, you open your eyes and you realize that you have wasted too much of your precious time. Yes, precious. I guess it’s a love & hate thing after all. And yet, my love for Father Time doesn’t grant me the mercy that I was aiming for. He knows no mercy, neither does the tip of his sickle.
Time never ever stood still, either. It’s all perception, cerebral illusion, not optic, but cerebral. You just don’t know how to live with it best, so you decide to ignore it, unaware that the consequences could be fatal.
I wonder how does the heart perceive? I don’t think I understood it the way I was supposed to like they did. So I thought it was merely chemistry – like every reaction has an end. But I’m no longer sure what to make of it. Like reality, time is always there…to be consumed or maybe to be ignored. Nothing ever goes away.
Through the numbness, you look at the clock and it doesn’t seem to matter anymore. But when looking at the hourglass, how the sand flows from one glass bulb into the other, you get a sense of urgency. You are more aware of what you have got – and that’s time. Learning to get on with time…

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