Time. It’s elusive, isn’t it?
A whisper in the wind, a shadow on the wall,
Here one moment, gone the next.
How it flies.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Seconds slip through our fingers,
Minutes march on, relentless.
We blink, and childhood is a memory,
A distant echo of laughter and games.
We turn around, and youth is a snapshot,
Frozen smiles in a fading photograph.
How does time fly so fast?
Wasn’t it just yesterday we were dreaming,
Our heads full of possibilities,
Our hearts full of hope?
Yet today, we stand here,
Gazing at the horizon of our lives,
Wondering where the years have gone.
Time is a thief and a teacher.
It steals our innocence but gives us wisdom.
It robs us of moments but grants us memories.
In the rush of daily life,
We often forget to pause,
To breathe in the present,
To savor the now.
But time waits for no one.
It flies, and we must learn to fly with it.
To seize each fleeting second,
To embrace every precious minute.
For in the end, it’s not the years in our life,
But the life in our years that counts.
So let’s cherish the moments,
Big and small,
Let’s live with purpose, with passion.
For time flies, my friends,
And we are but passengers,
On this wondrous, whirlwind ride.
