Notion of Time

Uncovered a folder I kept during my college years. Pages filled with words, phrases and proses I never expected myself to have written.

Perhaps tinted by the memories, I found my friend's post extremely personal. In his words, "Lethargy bites down, sometimes, like the pincers of an ant would. Pinching, not enough to hurt; enough of a reminder that our time is finite. And you let it drain, for a little while. But you get up before it empties."

So many personifications of Time has surfaced since mankind learnt the art of literature. Time as the ultimate healer, as a cruel robber, as a stealthy thief, and as a gifts bringer. Will we find eventual blessings for the losses and hurt that came with time? Alas, only Time has the answer.