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Time is not a horseshoe. It's not a line, or a spiral or a circle or a triangle or any other shape you learn about in a cinder-block classroom.
Time is a wind which pushes against us, driving us forward and back depending on its own desires.
Time is an old man waiting for night to come on so he can go to sleep. Time is a handsome wolf coaxing us to stray off the path and admire the flowers. Time is a rolling, laughing, rollicking song which carries you through the winter, and it is a firework flare on the side of the road reminding you how far you have to go and how little you can.
Time won't let us get away completely, but time is a benevolent dictator. Treat time well, and it will do the same for you.
Time is a wind which pushes against us, driving us forward and back depending on its own desires.
Time is an old man waiting for night to come on so he can go to sleep. Time is a handsome wolf coaxing us to stray off the path and admire the flowers. Time is a rolling, laughing, rollicking song which carries you through the winter, and it is a firework flare on the side of the road reminding you how far you have to go and how little you can.
Time won't let us get away completely, but time is a benevolent dictator. Treat time well, and it will do the same for you.