Time waits for no men. Just like time has no friend. Nor foe. It simply passing.
I always thought time is cruel. But it is cruel. Time goes by without waiting for someone; as earth would not stop for anyone. The whole world will never even stop to peek on how perfect you are, if you are. Because nobody is.
It seems quite unusual for me to drop out of school at my most pressing moment. During that time, I was supposed to make up my mind. Even now I'm 2 years behind my old pals, I feel blessed like given second life.
I've seen myself grown so much in my two-year breather on account of time has once become my friend. The magical thing about time is, it gives clean slate. A chance to make me grow and amend to be better human being, a better 22-year old. (and onwards!)
Because of this second chance, I owe it to time. I will always treasure time like an old friend. Only time I can trust.
I'll never bring back time to right the biggest wrong, at the very least if not all. I can only buy time, but not more time. What is left, will only and always be the broken pieces. The only memories.
You can't blame. Nor complain. It simply passing.
