Essay – An Autobiography Of Time
Like a river that flows endlessly, carrying with it the currents of humanity, like the sand in an hourglass, slipping through one’s fingers, a reminder of its ephemeral existence, like a canvas, where each day a stroke of colour is added to the masterpiece of our lives. I am time.
I’ve been around nearly forever. As civilizations rose and fell, I became the silent architect. When countries formed, I stood as the spectator. During times of war, I served as a relentless metronome. In moments of unity, I transformed into the heartbeat of peace. I have perceived the grandeur of empires, the whispers of poets, and the laughter of children. I am the keeper of secrets, the warden of memories, and the guardian of history.
I keep moving forward; I do not look back, nor do I wait for anyone. Perhaps that’s why some embrace me while others resist. Often, I am perceived as an archnemesis rather than a friend, but I am merely an ingredient in life’s recipe. Like salt, I can enhance or detract from the flavour of existence. Some use me wisely; others take me for granted. Over time, I impart lessons, enforce values, and distribute experiences of both failure and success. This life you have, this remarkable opportunity, is my gift to you. I will always stand by your side, supporting you as your silent teacher. But you must trust my methods.
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