Time
Time isn't always as we perceive it. One day, a minute could seem like an hour.
Another, an hour could seem like a minute. We fool ourselves into thinking that
we have time. Time to do all the things we put off daily. Time to change ourselves
into the people we wish to be. However, this is only an illusion. We think we have
time to do things later when in reality we don't. Watches, clocks, and dials have
kept time for us over the years, but we have still have failed to realise that we do
not own time, time owns us. Everyone's hourglass, which contains their sands of
time, varies. Someone's might be half-full whereas another's is quickly running
out. No one knows when their destined time will come, and no one knows in
which way it is coming. All we can do is live our lives while trying to be the best
we can be. We can't wait around for time, and we can't allow it to pass by. For
once time is gone, we can't get it back.
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