Specks of Time
Time and I have never been great friends. I’ve always tried to understand it, before even knowing it, but never succeeded. The reason is still unknown to me, almost like him. I would define our relationship almost as conflictual. “Relationship”, if I may call it so, in which there are too many questions and not even a shadow of their answers.
Ever since I was a little girl, being able to define time has consistently haunted me.
What is time?
What is time for me?
The only foothold I found recently, in the absence of a precise answer, was comparing time to a child. Unusual, right? But let’s be honest, the usual has never attracted anyone.
Time is a child playing on the bank of a river, with big eyes looking for details to steal and capture. Now he is calm, and the light breeze moving his hair makes the view appear surrounded by a mystical halo.
Time is a child playing on the bank of a river, now distracted by a butterfly as soft as elusive. He gets up and tries to reach her, unconscious of the possible dangers, unaware of the reality surrounding him.
Time is a child playing on the bank of a river. Now he falls, then he gets up, fast and slow, unaware of our thoughts.
We have time.
What does that actually mean? A belief so simple and trivial that can crumble in less than a few seconds. And that’s something you learn at your own expense, or so people say.
Dear time, I don’t think you’re a great friend of mine. You enjoy flying away silently in the most beautiful moments; in the most painful ones, you stand motionless like a boulder.
It’s a challenge with you, a chain of surprises, a struggle against those who do not give up and resist until the last breath flies.
Now I just want to break into your race with all my strength, grazing your elbow, trying to take even the smallest advantage. I must admit it, you’re good, and your games might be too clever for me, but my mind is tired of getting lost in complicated and unexpected situations.
There is no time to wait because the future is too uncertain and tomorrow is too far away. Procrastination is not an option, that’s a too easy win for me.
Instead, I will fill every moment of my life, every second of it, as best as I can to hear only one echo, not yours. I will seize the opportunities, all those that the road will give me, I will look upon my responsibilities and I will fight for my beliefs. I will carry on my ideals, against time. I will have no regrets, I won’t let you win.
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