Tick-tock
Time is the realisation of eternity.
And when it signifies wisdom that sums up the immeasurable experiences from the past, then it becomes one's legacy.
I believe in perfect timing. I do.
I believe that it is a manifestation of God.
Its sincere reason for happening to each and every one of us at a specific place is planned. Timing. Perfection. Purposeful.
To leave the past as a story of history and a as a guide to the new journey of your story, is always an advantage that will surpass its limitations. Use it properly and use it when time declares its need.
To conquer the 'now' that is in front of us should always be the most natural thing one should ever execute as soon as we open our eyes in the morning. Practise, they say, makes perfect. Learn it by heart and seize the day to reach the potential of one's bright future.
And the future is the beloved essence of not wasted time.
Time excites me even if it sometimes pushes me over the edge. Questions of this non-spatial continuum in every event that occurs baffle me at times. Yet I refuse to believe that it is an enemy. Time is much more precious than they say it is. One cannot own it, but one can make the most of it. It is flawlessly equally given to us. How we use it determines our own triumphs and failures in our daily lives.
I respect time even if at times I resent it for moving faster than I expect it to be. I appreciate it even if there are moments that important things have already passed me by. I understand it even if I am sometimes succumbed by the nature of my existence. I love it just because it is an absolute proof of irreversible succession from the past through the present to the future.
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