Tick.Tock.Tick.
The uniform rhythm embraced the bittersweet truth of life that it left behind with each waking moment that passed. Like a never ending echo that resonated into the abyss. Like a ripple of time that never stopped. Confusing, yet inspiring. Conjuring, yet mystical. Silently, the precious life happened. A beautiful, yet soulful existence.
But, but the echoes will fade away into silence, one day. Perhaps, when the last breath is drawn.
And those day… the light would seem little brighter, the grass a little greener, the air a little pure, the sky a little blue and world a little more lively. But the slipping time wakes, forcing its way into reality. The walls seem to close from all sides with each weakening echo, with each weakening ripple of time. The life starts to suffocate as the light at the end of the tunnels draws you closer.
Eventually, everything runs out of time one day. Or perhaps time leaves everything behind in search of a something better, a new moment. And finally the symphony meets the silence. The rhythm fades into the darkness. Like nothing ever happened.
Emptiness.
Life happened.
And yet there is a deafening memorandum of nothingness and silence!
Aren’t we living on borrowed time?
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but the bigger question is borrowed from whom…
… and that's the question that everybody wants an answer to.
Roger that! Borrowed time and heavily in debt at that. We forget to remember that this time is a gift to us, the gift that's supposed to be treated with respect.
Beautiful piece of writing, IMHO, I have always felt this kind of writing is the best of your lot.
Isn't that right? We are indeed indebted.
And time should be treated as a gift, a precious one.
Why, thank you! 🙂
Really appreciate the feedback. I will work on the likes of this more often then.
Very philosophical.Nice.
Why, thank you! 🙂
This is very powerful and intriguing. I enjoyed reading because of the choice of words and similes. This was great!
Thank you. 🙂
I'm glad you enjoyed it.