I have time. What more do I have than time? Time to do this, time to do that. Time to cherish and time to squander. I trade time for money, for necessities and desires. I, in vain, bid time to stand still in the moments that I wish could last forever; only to be captured in the still frames of my mind. I have time.
In the hustle and bustle of chores to complete, tasks to accomplish and deadlines to meet, it feels as though there could never be enough time. How could I rise above circumstance and happenchance to the height of understanding and enlightenment; nirvana? How do I escape the norm, the mundane, and make each and every second count? How do I ensure that I have time, rather than allow time to have me?
All I have is time. Time to learn patience. Time to learn love. Time to experience adversity and rise above. Time to become more than flesh and blood and sweat and tears. Time to grow beyond these mortal years. My time started in a moment of passion, continued with a cry, and will end with a parting breath. Then time stands still; it ceases with death. All I have is time, for now, but that too will end. So I choose to make time my ally, my lover and friend. In this moment, all I have is time.