I looked at my watch and wondered where the hours had gone since I had last looked at the white dial. Wasn't the small hand parked squarely at 2?? It seems to have skipped all the other numerals in between and landed stubbornly past 5. Really?? 3 hours???
Somewhere in between, I must have lost track of the time or else my watch has had a serious case of amnesia and malfunctioning. Or perhaps it is just too indignant at my callousness with which I treat time and is punishing me for it..
But then somewhere down the line I realise that the poor watch is a mechanical contraption after all, unfeeling, unemotional and untenable. I feel sorry to have hurled abuses at its steady rhythm and slowly and sarcastically berate myself for having being so thrifty with Time.
In a dark corner of my heart, though, I smile and relive the moments which had seemed so fleeting, and yet I know they are moments which will last a lifetime. I chuckle at the day that spreads out before me, and before you know it, I have already planned to make up for the lost time, for that time holds something I consider very precious to my soul. Under no circumstances will I let that time pass me by, so I make do with being harder on myself, for I hold those times dearer to me than my life itself.
And as I put my thoughts to paper, the morning star winks out, and its soft light is lost in the brilliance that spreads out of the west.
Somewhere in between, I must have lost track of the time or else my watch has had a serious case of amnesia and malfunctioning. Or perhaps it is just too indignant at my callousness with which I treat time and is punishing me for it..
But then somewhere down the line I realise that the poor watch is a mechanical contraption after all, unfeeling, unemotional and untenable. I feel sorry to have hurled abuses at its steady rhythm and slowly and sarcastically berate myself for having being so thrifty with Time.
In a dark corner of my heart, though, I smile and relive the moments which had seemed so fleeting, and yet I know they are moments which will last a lifetime. I chuckle at the day that spreads out before me, and before you know it, I have already planned to make up for the lost time, for that time holds something I consider very precious to my soul. Under no circumstances will I let that time pass me by, so I make do with being harder on myself, for I hold those times dearer to me than my life itself.
And as I put my thoughts to paper, the morning star winks out, and its soft light is lost in the brilliance that spreads out of the west.
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