Time.
We never have enough of it.
We sometimes have too much of it.
It can be bent, twisted, stretched, squeezed.
It can be watched on the ticking clock, but it moves to its own rhythm.
It cannot be sped up.
It cannot be slowed down.
It can march forward, but it can never be regained.
It cannot be controlled or be made to do our bidding.
Always, it masters us, for we can never make it our slave.
Once lost, its past cannot be changed, but, if used wisely for the precious entity that it is, it can prepare us for what lies ahead.
Time.
So very different for us all.
SOURCE MAP: WORLD TIME ZONE
Ann
