Time
“Time is precious”
But how precious is it really?
As precious as “I’ll do it tomorrow”
but the next day is the deadline.
As delicate as not being able to meet
your loved one for years.
As irreplaceable as it almost stops near
a black hole while thousands of years
pass on Earth.
“Time never comes back”
I never realised this until I felt
it for myself.
Making a decision too late and
missing everything.
Life is all about how you manage
that time.
Sometimes it’s okay if time passes by
— especially when you embarrass
yourself in front of your class.
The universe never taught us permanence
,even stars survive by burning.
So yes, time has a cruel habit
of touching everything before
taking it away.
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