It is scary to think how much time has passed without us realizing it. One second you were born. Another you are at a point where a new year will come very soon.
Unlike others, time has no mercy. It will not bend to your will. It slips easily from your life. It is invincible.
Second turns into minute. Minute turns into hour. Hour turns into day. Day turns into week. Week turns into month. And finally, month changes into year.
As time keeps ticking, our lives are not necessarily moving. At least we cannot see it at once. But the chimes remind us of the stages we have been through. It brings back memories that seem like yesterday; although, it is not.
New face of time surrounding you can make you either pounce through or stop. Many can handle yet some can barely survive. They try to grasp the what-ifs of dust only to be left by nothing.
We are at the mercy of time, the Lord of all things alive. We always consider it to our conversation, plans, thought, and all.
Time is God. And we, the mere creatures, can only bow to the webs that bind us.
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Unfinished Stories
RandomSome tales are not meant to be finished. Even the complete ones are hiding some unknown future.
