Time

Time is a magic and a curse.

It is a beautiful thing that rushes the hours and years to mend the wounds in our wrecked hearts. It excites us to see little kids grow, to see a larva turn into a butterfly, the day a rose bud blooms, to see enemies reconcile and to imagine ourselves of what will our future be. It is a magic because it fastens the things we want to put an end, the things we want to forget; the things we want to throw away and to bury all frightful memories in the past. Time heals all bruises resulting from the awful experiences we’ve dealt with. But it is also a curse to those who yearned to freeze time to be forever happy, to be forever contented and in-love; to be forever young but time hinders and dictates that every tick of the clock and every brand new year, technology can’t fake what’s real. No one can escape time. No one can change what has been decided, what has already happened, and to recover what has been lost. People become old, people get hurt, all people will bleed and eventually degenerate. All of us are ephemeral; all of us can’t live for forever. We can’t control the time moreover we can’t dictate it to do what we really want to happen. Time can’t be frozen for it keeps on ticking and it keeps on flipping the pages of the calendar. It means good to those who want time to fly by so quick for them to get over with their broken hearts and to move on, to those who can’t accept the death of someone special and of a failed dream. No one can stop the time. Not even the existence of a great sorcerer can bring back the past to undo our faults and fiascos. How I wish the time machine was invented as early as now so that I can bring back to life the people that I’ve treasured so much, to be with them more, to regain and heal a destroyed relationship, to make things perfectly right, and to stop me from dredging up all the regrets that I’ve been keeping inside and thinking about it over and over again.
  

Yup! I’ve had my slices of terrible and pleasant encounters for 18 years now. I’ve been injured, pleased, and I’ve wept for incalculable occasions that I’ve become drained on always crying more than smiling. I’ve realized that indeed, when one spills that perfect chance to grab, there will be no more next times, time outs, or second chances.

Thus, I can’t do anything to stop the time. Time to me is indeed both a curse and a magic. The finest thing that I can only do is to accept the burden I am stuck with and deal with it by heart. I can’t buy the time and I don’t have the money, I can’t have it mine, nor hold it on my hand and ice it up. No! It will never be that way. Time goes on, Life goes on. Even though how tormenting, how bitter, how it will make us lifeless, dying, foolish.. it is time to let go of that person and learn to set them free until such time no more emotions are left.

Years after, we look back at these things and idiotically laugh about it. What’s left of us are memories even if how many changes comes in our lives. It is up for us to move on despite the troubles we’ve planted ourselves with. It’s just a matter of living with principle, living how to learn to control our emotions, ourselves and believe that everything happens for a definite reason.