Time

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare. - W. H. Davies

Time - a very complex thing to talk about, yet spoken of daily, by one and all. Quite sure, understood by none. While we blame it for every cause, saying it was harsh and difficult, we also expect that time will heal us and time will change.  

It is strange how we all get the same amount of hours and minutes and seconds per day. But what we do of it is a matter of choice.Often called as priorities.

There is no time to meet friends. No time to water the plants.

No time to lay down under the sky and watch the stars.

No time to savour each moment with your loved ones.

And within a wink, it would be a past. Casting its shadows, lingering on the present. 

People are separated not by distances but by Time.

Whatever it is, is now.

For the dance you always wanted to learn, for the flowers you always wanted to nurture, for the book you wanted to write, for catching up with a long lost friend. For being with the one. For falling down and starting again. It is here. This lifetime. To dream with open eyes, to care carelessly.

Life is too short for fights and shorter for regrets.

There will be no music, the flowers will wilt, friends would be gone.

Time does not stop, it does not return, it does not repeat. It has a mind of its own and just flows.It cannot be chained. It is free yet priceless.

Sooner than you realize, it will be late.

Time has existed since billion of years, no one has made it so complicated as the human species.