The Life of Time

“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” 


Time has spoken to me in many ways telling me when to go for it and when to stop and think for awhile but most of the time ignore the warnings and the signs. Time is too bossy, I must say and I hate it.
Yellow light – Proceed with caution or slow down, Red – Stop and Green – Go, I didn’t see them, well actually I ignored them, I want to go to the pace that I want, I want to go fast if I want to be fast, I want to stop cause I didn’t want it anymore but there’s no slowing down, no proceed with caution thing that happened in between. Now in my adult life, I am pausing, only because I don’t know what the hell is going on. I thought I had everything figured out, I had a timeline of things that I want to do, what I want to be and things I want to accomplish in life, and it’s not just simple things, they’re good ones actually. I plan to graduate with flying colors to a prestigious school to my medicine course, help my family and other people, be successful in life, have my own car and beautiful home, meet someone whom I love and marry someday and have a great family, sounds like a fairytale but I know it is achievable if only……….

And there comes my pause “if only”. How did it end up to this? What did I miss? What did I do wrong? The answer is everything. One wrong decision that leads to another mistake thinking we don’t have another choice only because the other choice is opposing to what I really what to happen and so there it goes, wrong decision to another and another mistake and on and on and on, it didn’t stop.


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