Since I've been making ties with the nannies and mommies at work lately, I've sighed once loud enough to be heard by one of the nannies while waiting for my student to finish some school works.
"Ang bilis ng araw noh, Tita?"
"Bumibilis lang yan kasi tumatanda ka na, teacher."
True enough. Kids never had the concept of time. They learn how to tell time but in their perspective, it was of no importance to just let time fly. People growing up had it otherwise.
Time is always a slut--by the moment we keep on chasing life's deadlines, numbers on the clock keep on chasing us, too.
I feel like dying everyday--not the morbid definition of dying though. I felt like it when I'm very unproductive. I felt like dying when a task on my bucket list isn't accomplished.
Time, we never had too much of it, and yet we let it pass by. It is undeniably part of growing up pain I kept on saying. How time entangled with human feelings. How time painfully fell in love with death (usually in very untimely manners). How time would be lost to the world of forever. And how we realize that in the end, by the time we are having the best of our lives, the time is up.
Kabalintunaan ng buhay nga naman. It is the same with how meeting more people makes you feel lonely. How lonely and sleepless nights makes you feel alive. How being with the people you cared the most makes you feel sad. If only people know how clever and unfair time is, I guess they would like to avail more time on earth in their 11:11 wishes--than all the greedy wishes out there combined.
Someday, when all sufferings will come to its end, everything will just be yesterdays.
I'm wishing everyone to take care of themselves. And take time as an important matter to struggle with life and death.
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