Time is of the essence. It slips through one's fingers even before one is aware of it. What is present, becomes in a blink of an eye, part of the past. However much I wish to hold on to some moments in my life, I find I can only do so in the treasure chest of my memories. Memories are a gift, yet why at the end of life, all that is recent fades and what remains are the earliest recollections one has -- childhood in particular.
Some view time as an enemy that needs to be fought, struggled with and tamed. I see it more as an ally. It teaches me to the value of cherishing things, people, moments. It teaches me that in the midst of my finite state...I long for eternity.
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