Time is what there has always been, and will be, shifting the shadows of the trees with an unpleasing overtone of taunt behind its back saying "how well you used me!". In an exam, just a squint at the clock makes us uneasy to the core. Why does time bear such a bitter taste?Observation of time in the past is neither easy nor worthwhile. It makes us question our memory, our decisions. For just a glob of inky dark regret existing between the pages of the closed book of past, recollection of memories becomes an exercise which only brings out sadness like inundation on a river over an old splintered bridge, long traveled by.
How to fight this hushed mockery that the rustling of time produces whenever it passes bare ears?
It is almost inexorable to let go of the brickbat when time is passing with no actions being taken.
Our suffering and stunted mind reaches a new diversion, where the sign reads in happy red 'TIME 0'. This is because it is never too late to start. There is a reboot of time after time ends. It contradicts its own mockery with an inspiring new beginning.
This secret diversion of road is what we call 'a point of view'. Time doesn't know angles. It gets defeated by point of view :)
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