Time.

Time.

At instances, too much, or the lack of it. What we see as the day to day, continuous flow. Never ending, never pausing to rest, never, waiting for anyone.




 If it could be turned around.

There are things that sometimes we do wish that do not transpire, for the implications and consequences following are unpleasant or even unbearable. Things that leave you gasping for breath in the midst of the night, things that you'd regret not having done, only after it's passing you find it's value, or perhaps, that few incidents you'd never wish more not to have happened that grieved you for those long nights. There are so many things, so many, that I would like to accomplish. If time could be turned around; if we could traverse it, I'd imagine most, if not all of us would have our own agendas. Myself included.


If only time could be stopped.


Time is a luxury. I've heard many verbalize it, but never once, never, comprehended what it would serve to represent. Yes, I've gradually come to realize, that time, is and would always be, a luxury. Something slipping out of your reach, beyond your grasp. I see year, years sliding pass, many years to come. I see people changing, faces changing, a changing circle of companions, changing attitudes. Or have we ever wondered, what our time here was meant for? Serving a greater purpose? A cog in the giant schematics of works perhaps? Or a minute drop amongst the giant sea of resources? Time, it's fleetingly short, in days we are able to count, are major milestones in our life. Determining factors; choices that we have to make, challenges we have to overcome. And they're just around the bend. If only time could be stopped.


I really have no inkling of when this will end. The road, it's still long, and the first signs of fatigue, it's showing.

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I was looking at old pictures. There, the faces that I passed constantly years before were staring back at me. Yeah, staring back. The photos, remnants of what once was, the only evidence a representation of all that changed. And as these photos stood still before me, I realized, in the moment, that I was unable to account for some companions used-to-be.

I saw old friends, some no longer part of my life, others barely in contact.
I saw old childhood "enemies", where fights now seem immature and useless.

The time that once was.

Because in the end, all that we will have and be left with, are memories stuck in a million pictures, and it will be up to us if we regret them or not.

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On a more positive note,
Said Danny, quoted from Invictus:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


I am the captain of my soul; steer it, navigate it away from the storms I will. Be strong I will.