Time...

There is something about time that makes us move, that makes us stop in our tracks while everything around us is moving simultaneously. We take out a watch from our pocket, check the one on our handphones and look at the one resting on our wrist.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Time makes changes in our lives. We move from one point to another. We progress, we mature, we grow up, numbers change, and appearances are left uncertain. Sometimes she feels that time passes her by so fast, she hasn't even finished counting her fingers. A time spent with loved ones runs out reminding her that it's time to hit the books again. Then, she has to leave them making difficult and yet departing for a cause at the airport. By the time she has returned she wonders,

Would everything have shifted, missing all the occasions and special candid moments?

It would be a lie to say no. But thank goodness for the internet one would say. I won't deny that myself. At times like this, one would hope for time to be still. Just for a moment. So one can feel and sense every touch, atmosphere, smell and sound.

In a dream, a minute is about half an hour in reality. That's just my random estimation. I'm not sure myself. Nonetheless.........
She would refuse to get up with beautiful illuminant dream, but wanting and crying to break off from the chains of nightmares is a totally different issue. In nightmares, it's rather best not being dreamt of at all or fast forwarding the entire scene.

At times, itime is slow when one is at work doing overtime, a student waiting for a flight home or worried parents waiting for their children to come home from a camp trip. We'd rather have time speed up instead of going through the agony of waiting, of thinking and overcoming hardships. The future is unknown and the past remains tainted.

Why is it that we use time as a measurement, tied to our lives? A year in a relationship, ten years of friendship, 20th year anniversary, born in the year of 1994 equivalent to an age. Is it to show we would eventually out live time?

If only time could be controlled. But that would only mean chaos in the world.
I'll live with this for now.
Memories are meant to be remembered and the present is meant to be faced head on.
She will only hope for the best because for now life is just.