Tick Tock.
How did it get so
late so soon?
Here I am.
Trapped in the
amber of the moment.
There is no why.
There is no how.
The clock ticks
and seconds, minutes, hours and days pass by.
Blink.
There goes a
year.
The past increases
and the future seems to recede. As the years start to run into each other it
seems that my possibilities are no longer limitless.
My regrets are
mounting.
What to do?
Time is an
unstoppable force.
It is my enemy and
it will inevitably defeat me.
I don't stand a
chance.
Time is a thief
too.
It has robbed me
of my youth.
It takes it all.
Everything.
Whether I want it
to or not.
I hate it.
It never does what
I want it to do.
Each moment is a
paradox of now or never.
It is something
that can't be replaced.
Time is a fucker.
I need to remind
myself that the future starts today.
Not tomorrow.
The future is in
fact only a split second away.
Shit.
Here it comes now.
Today will die
tomorrow.
Time kills it.
It is a murderous
son of a bitch.
It is such an
unreliable and torturous force as well.
When I was
holidaying back in Australia I wanted it to stop but it flew by so fast.
Now I am back in
Singapore it has slowed to a crawl.
It is a mysterious
substance too.
I can't feel it
and I can't touch it - yet it impacts on everything I do.
It has value
though.
This unstoppable
force.
As I get older I
realize that it is the most valuable thing that I can spend. It is the most
precious thing there is.
It is so
perishable though.
I have been
wasteful before but I now need to spend it wisely.
I must not
squander it.
If Time were a
commodity then Yesterday would be expensive.
Tomorrow would be
cheap.
So what then is
eternity?
Is it an infinite
extension of time or is it a complete absence of time?
I don't know.
I don't know.
It seems to be
able to do so many things this Time.
Sometimes it seems
to move so rapidly.
Occasionally it
seems to stand still.
It always runs out
though.
Always.
This is what
scares me.
I know can't fight
it but I don't want to waste it anymore.
I
can't afford it.
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