Why does Time fly when having a good time? Does it get jealous by how we pay no notice to it? Does it mean to seize our attention by ringing us back to reality when, in shock, we see the numbers on a clock?
Time is a double sided coin, and no one can control when it flips but we can predict on what it will land. There's no 'good' side, for on one hand Time will take its revenge of our flighty happy moments by dragging on and on those aweful periods of slugging through trials, boredom, impatience, and trips towards a longed-for destination.
And on the other side, Time quickly slips through our fingers when trying to meet a deadline, or when trying to find personal time for oneself, Time shrinks itself down as we try to compact the most we can accomplish in whatever certain amount of time Time will allow us. But as if through dark magic and illusions, Time always runs shorter than we expect.
Time is not a friend, nor an alley, but nor is it an enemy. It is the companion of Life, and together they can create what neither can alone, such as Happiness. And like Life, Time is meant to challenge us, to not only to remind us of Itself but to remind us of its friend Life, lest we forget. But Time is not to rule over Life, they go side-by-side, interwoven and intermingled with eachother. We cannot fight them, together nor apart, rather we must appreciate them, and live what ever Life has given to us in the amount of Time we have left...
PS: I have no idea why I wrote this.
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