If Time did not exist, there would be no late-comers and no early birds. If time didn't exist, there would be no dead lines, no schedule. People won't hurry along at 7 in the morning with a look that specifies most of me is still in bed. There would be no traffic jams, no honking cars. You wouldn't see people screaming at each other hoarse just because their ignition pipe was broken and they're late for work. There would be no jostling on the pavements as no one would be on time or even late. In fact, everyone would be striding peacefully in their own wake, taking out the time to watch the world as it passes slowly by.
If time didn't exist then students would not hurry to complete the paper; you would simply hand in your paper when you finish it. There would be no breakfast, lunch or dinner. We would simply eat when we would feel hungry(in my case; always!)
If time didn't exist, people would age without realization. We wait every year to turn one second, one minute older and in our hearts we would know that every tick of the clock takes away something. But without time, this little epiphany would come much much later.
Time governs our being, our existence. We are dependent on it. It owns us in a way that we cannot deny. It uses us, mocks us by going slowly in hard times and rushing past like a Freight train when life is good. It puts itself in our hands, giving us the power to at least make it better or bitter.
A king once, asked his vizier to write something on his hand to gain the notoriety to look at it and become satisfied, whether it be sunshine and daisies or thunder and black clouds.
The vizier wrote just four words: This Time Will Pass.
Time is indeed a blessing.
If time didn't exist then students would not hurry to complete the paper; you would simply hand in your paper when you finish it. There would be no breakfast, lunch or dinner. We would simply eat when we would feel hungry(in my case; always!)
Time governs our being, our existence. We are dependent on it. It owns us in a way that we cannot deny. It uses us, mocks us by going slowly in hard times and rushing past like a Freight train when life is good. It puts itself in our hands, giving us the power to at least make it better or bitter.
A king once, asked his vizier to write something on his hand to gain the notoriety to look at it and become satisfied, whether it be sunshine and daisies or thunder and black clouds.
The vizier wrote just four words: This Time Will Pass.
Time is indeed a blessing.
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