Life.
Time. The four letter word
that encapsulates all and everything. Something that transcends us
yet plays us like a musical instrument. We dance to its tune,forcibly
or voluntarily. It's in the seconds that tick by your watch and also
the irretrievable moments lived in each. Urging us to make the best
possible use of here and now, because face it, that's all we have. To
make mistakes and learn to live without regrets .Work harder today,
so tomorrow is comparatively comfortable. I remember my professor
telling us in class once, “It is not time that is passing. It is
us.”
We are passing, descending slowly
into nothingness, fading gently away. All we can hope to do is have
led a life that make us cringe and anguish over things we did rather
than the ones we were too scared or prudish to do, at all. A happy
life cannot be guaranteed, it has to be constantly negotiated. You
can do everything right and yet have things go horribly wrong. Trust
your instincts, let your mistakes be your own. Stay busy and don't
over-think it.
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