Time is a gift.

We don’t decide how much of it to spend

It chooses us and decides how much of it we’re worth.

Time is precious

Yet we count down the years

months

days

hours

minutes

seconds

till they’re gone.

The young long to grow old

And the old envy the young.

Each day – another life lived

Every moment, changing, never planning to return.

Instead of living the life we have

We lust after the lives of others

Wasting the time we’ve been given

Wondering what could have been

if.

Time is pointless

Time is dumb

Time is gullable

Actually trusting that we’d use it wisely.

Why are we allowed so much time?

Because time is so kind

But time is so cruel.

Time weathers away our bodies

Like a wave against a shore

It pulls on our faces and brittles our bones

Strategically setting us up for failure.

The instant we understand

It steals away our life

Constantly erasing the answers

To all of our questions.